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Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When a Feeling Enters” in Wildness Before Something Sublime
why not have the reader re-read a sentence now and then? it won't hurt him....
Mary Oliver, “The Kingfisher.” Owls and Other Fantasies
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marie howe, what the silence says
everybody shut up and look at my favourite anatolian hieroglyph
it's the L9/L444 sign and it means embraced or beloved
امتلك دائمًا قلبًا طيبًا، فكل الأشياء الجيدة تعود إليك مضاعفة.
Gaza, Palestine.
Peace be upon those who are smiling despite the sorrow of the heart.
Langston Hughes, The First Book of Rhythm, Illustration by Robin King, Franklin Watts, New York, NY, 1954, pp. 6-7
Had to collect more of these in one place. First seen at @garadinervi.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5974919-the-first-book-of-rhythms
John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943
We open each meeting by asking a simple question: What is keeping you alive today? This allows us to revel in the sometimes small motions that get us to the Next Thing. Yes, I did not want to get out of bed this morning, but there was one single long shard of sunlight that stumbled in through a tear in my curtains, and the warmth of it hitting my arm got me to that first hour of living. There was my dog, who, on the mornings I do not want to get out of bed, will rest silently at my feet and wait for me to slowly emerge from under the covers, and seeing her reminds me that I do, in fact, have only one lifetime in which I can love this animal. As far as I know, we will love each other only here, for a while, and that is worth seeing what I can make out of a few hours, even when I’m wrecked with despair.
Hanif Abdurraqib, In Defense of Despair
joan baez for rolling stone, 2025. photos by ulysses ortega
oh by the way, rb-ing this again to say please read the article -- Joan has always been and remains to this day such an absolute ledge.
some highlights:
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Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West
Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade
Mary Oliver
Rudyard Kipling, If-