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“I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
“I thought the earth remembered me, / she took me back so tenderly,”
— Mary Oliver, from Sleeping In The Forest
— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”
Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”
[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]
Jean Philippe Charbonnier
Inuits, le pauvre bon chien et deux oursons pas en peluche
Wainwright, Alaska, 1955
Ferruccio Ferroni - Dancers, 1954
Anne Carson, from H of H Playbook
[Text ID: Hello dusk! // Why is light emotional?]
“You who sadden. Now burnt. Now nocturne.”
— Anne Carson, from “Ares’ Sugar Aria”, Decreation
The Eternal Idol, Auguste Rodin
I know I am not the first reviewer to say this, but Last Night at the Telegraph Club is exactly the sort of book I was looking for in high school. It is a compelling historical fiction novel centered around a protagonist whose story so rarely gets told, but in Lo’s capable hands, no part of this feels unfamiliar. I was able to both see myself and learn where I did not, and when I finally closed the book, it left me feeling whole in the way that all my favorite books do. I cannot recommend it enough.
Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo was reviewed at the Lesbrary.
Loving this book!
John Keats, from “Ode to a Nightingale” (1819)
[ Text ID: My heart aches ]
- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]
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D'Arcy Carden as Greta Gill in A League of Their Own (2022–)
It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
Clarice Lispector