Notes in the Margin of the Private Mind

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[jazbaaati]

RAIN AT NIGHT

To be the last drop

of rain each night is sadness.

It shuts the last door and jumps.

- Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything

[aropride]

They’re letting people born in 2005 be 21

[aropride]

There could be an ‘05 baby at the club and you wouldn’t even know. Terrifying. Please stay safe out there

[jazbaaati]

From The Bridge Poem by Donna Kate Rushin.

[infectiouspiss]

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow

[dangerousaudino]

man I wish Michael Mcdowell’s Blackwater saga were more popular — there doesn’t seem to be that many fan work or analyses of it which is always a shame. He had such a beautiful way of establishing atmosphere and really makes you feel like you’re living in the moment with the characters. (his book the Elementals is also insanely good at this, im so envious of his style)

I’m only halfway through book 1 (the flood) and I’d die for elinor dammert, a gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss of the highest caliber.

[downinyonforest]

from Simone Weil’s Pre-War Notebook

[aaronmcknightstudio]

Simone Weil

[weltenwellen]

Hieu Minh Nguyen, from "This Way to the Sugar"

[arsvitaest-deactivated20260111]

The horoscope of the Persian Timurid ruler Iskandar Sultan, 1411. This is the only surviving individual illuminated horoscope from medieval Islam. Al-Mizan (Libra) is at 3 o'clock in the circle of zodiac signs.

[weltenwellen]

Maggie Smith, from “Slipper”, Goldenrod

[monicadeola]

[aquariastars]

I Go Back to May 1937 - Sharon Olds

I want to go up to them and say Stop,   

don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,   

he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things

you cannot imagine you would ever do,   

you are going to do bad things to children,

you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of, you are going to want to die.

[jazbaaati]

It’s serious business, this living.

As long as the earth continues

its stony breathing, I will breathe.

When it stops, I will shatter back

into gravity. Into quartz.

- Kaveh Akbar, Rimrock

[jazbaaati]

Today words fly in all directions I don’t know how anyone does anything I miss my mouth sipping coffee and spend the day explaining the dribble to strangers who patiently endure my argle-bargle before returning to their appetites I am a slow learner I am a quick forgetter such erasing makes one voracious if you teach me something beautiful I will name it quickly before it floats away

Kaveh Akbar, Desunt Nonulla

[jazbaaati]

Kaveh Akbar, Some Boys aren’t Born They Bubble

[jazbaaati]

Wildness: to appear where you are unexpected.

- Kaveh Akbar, Portrait of an Alcoholic Stranded Alone on a Desert Island.

[pollen]

Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"