dontfollowback

[internalweathersystem]

A planet needs its moon, but it cannot hold it too close.

A moon needs its planet, but it cannot fall completely into it.

Not possession. Not abandonment. Orbit.

[internalweathersystem]

[casuelero]

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

José Lezama Lima

[majestativa]

Blessed are we the ephemeral who can contemplate movement as an image of eternity and follow intently the parabola of the arrow until it is buried beneath the line of the horizon.

JOSÉ LEZAMA LIMA — A Sulfur Anthology [Ed. Clayton Eshleman], transl. by James Irby, (2016)

[yahtuusabe]

Who Will Want You by Pedro Pietri

[moonshinemagpie]

Telephone Booth 

By Pedro Pietri

woke up this morning feeling excellent, picked up the telephone dialed the number of my equal opportunity employer to inform him I will not be into work today Are you feeling sick? the boss asked me No Sir I replied: I am feeling too good to report to work today, if I feel sick tomorrow I will come in early

[petaltexturedskies]

Julia de Burgos, from "Autumn Psalm" in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems

[runningfromadream]

Me, inside myself, always waiting for something that my mind can’t define.

Julia de Burgos

[feral-ballad]

Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Interrogations"

[Text ID: “A weeping has started to cry inside my eyes. / Weeping at what? / Everything dreamed.”]

[feignedremote]

Death: You were too attached to your unhappy past. Did you ever break the infernal circle of the “I” in order to enter into the luminous round that is the “we?” Did you for even one day try to break through the triangle of limitation? Did you really acknowledge your weaknesses? What have you done with your life?

Dying Man: My whole life I’ve owned up to both my strengths and my weaknesses. I’ve never claimed to be an angel. Nor a saint either. I was born in the dust of an uncertain dawn. Obstacles, unexpectedness, spontaneity, pain, bursts of sorrow and joy fill my travel journal from my long journey to unknown lands.

Death: You never knew the itinerary. You didn’t even make an effort to figure out the point of the journey.

Dying Man: I tried. Looked. Stumbled. The journey is peopled with nightmares. Each time I glimpse the light, a wave of mist rises up. A thick fog immediately covers my eyelids. And then, fearing exile on the edge of this darkness, I run tirelessly into closed doors. Barely does a bit of light begin to flutter than the breath of evil snuffs out all hope at its roots.

Death: So you give up, having neither the courage nor the patience to handle impossibility during difficult times. What would you do if I left and didn’t take you? How would you choose to live the newest scenes of this great drama?

Dying Man: I wouldn’t hesitate. I would still choose to be a man. And not a saint. I would be reborn with the same weaknesses. I would make the same mistakes that led to me remaining a man – that is, a being who seeks himself in the cries of blood in the darkness.

Frankétienne, Ready to Burst, trans. Kaiama L. Glover

[vastscope]

René Depestre’s “Season of Anger” from the book Poems For The Millennium Vol.2

“The cowards can have their passports stamped It will take much virtue to live according to the exigencies of the imagination's instinct of love's goodness as life's only season”

[red-ibis-red]

—Derek Walcott, The Odyssey: A Stage Version

[strokeofserenity]

Derek Walcott, The Antilles: Fragments of Epic Memory

[perfectfeelings]

“You will love again the stranger who was your self.”

— Derek Walcott, Love After Love

[global-south-book-club]

He suggested that we needed to enter into a state of world and mind that was less prone to discovery and conquest, and to espouse a philosophy of relation that looked at our differences not as that which divide us, but which link us individually and collectively

Manthia Diawara on Édouard Glissant’s philosophy of Relation [x]

[skindis0rder]

This world force does not direct any line of force but infinitely reveals them. Like a landscape impossible to epitomize. It forces us to imagine it even while we stand there neutral and passive.

[hyperions-fate]

Édouard Glissant, Poetics of Relation (1990)