[jynkiess]

Eric Bogosian // Notes from Underground

[metamorphesque]

October, Louise Glück

[metamorphesque]

musings on memory

Jane Hirshfield, Marie Howe, Yakov Kapkov ("Achilles with the body of Patroclus"), Vincent van Gogh, Jean Joseph Taillason ("Achilles Displaying the Body of Hector at the Feet of Patroclus"), Sonia Sanchez, Madeline Miller, Nikolai Ge ("Achilles and the body of Patroclus"), Ocean Vuong, Gavin Hamilton ("Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus"), Haruki Murakami

[weltenwellen]

Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

[geryone]

Fauna, Richard Siken

[metamorphesque]

"From the fields of Shirak", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[metamorphesque]

Sand Dabs: Four, Mary Oliver

[soracities]

“your face is the bright lure I look for, love’s hook piercing me, hauling me cleanly up.”

— Kim Addonizio, from ‘Mermaid Song’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems

[cottageaesthetic]

[tendermimi]

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

[angelicdewdrop]

[metamorphesque]

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower, Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Joanna Macy)

[creepish]

[1anfal-deactivated20250516]

عم جنّ عليك.. عم بشتَئلك!

[grubarchived]

i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.

later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.

then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.

[kcsmall]

This quote really got me: "The owner is a man who loves mosses, and the exercise of power. I have no doubts of his sincerity in wishing to protect them from harm, once they conformed to his landscape design.  But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the sovreignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and diminishing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone, and walked each day to see them."

- Gathering Moss by Robin Wall Kimmerer 

[despitethebite]

-devin kelly

[metamorphesque]

musings on pomegranates  

Pomegranates, Sin Hum (translated by Graeme Wilson), Rubik Kocharian