Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
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Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti
“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”
— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
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In my desk by Frank Bidart
Do you still smoke cigarettes? Did my peony bush bloom for you this year? Did you think about me when you mowed your lawn? Do I still have a little of your heart?
— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)
The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.
jenny holzer, SURVIVAL (1983-85)
— Pablo Neruda, from a poem titled, "If You Forget Me", featured in Captain's Verses, translated by Donald D. Walsh
Except I don’t think I can. I don’t think I even want to.
House zine! Words from anything by adrianne lenker
white flag by lucia gallipoli
Danez Smith, “little prayer”
dreamideamachine / sayre gomez