Louisa Elise

[mossyshadows]

“This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive”

— Jeremy Radin, ‘Pipe Organ Owl Mansion’ (via soracities)

[feral-ballad]

Franny Choi, from Soft Science; “On the night of the election,”

[Text ID: “I didn’t even get close. / I called and called / and nothing came. / I had a body, and / it refused to rise for work.”]

[daughterofliterature-deactivate]

“I wish you to know

that you have been the last dream of my soul.”

—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

[julykings]

from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos. 

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, “Against Nostalgia”, The Hurting Kind

[vulturechow]

[kitduckworth]

Ira B. Nadel, Various Positions: A Life of Leonard Cohen, 1996

[metamorphesque]

"I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes. We crack open bedroom doors, step over the creaks, and kiss the children. We are sore from this grief, like we’ve returned from a run, like we are training for a marathon. I’m with you all the way, says my grief, whispering, and then we splash our face with water and stretch, one big shadow and one small."

— Callista Buchen, Taking Care

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[megairea]

Hate is perhaps more intense and longer lasting than love. It’s as beautiful and as holy as love itself. Whoever doesn’t know how to hate doesn’t know how to love. Of all poets, Dante moves me most deeply because of the power of hate in him, equalled only by the power of his love. The most implacable enemies are also the most passionately tender lovers.

Renée Vivien, A Woman Appeared to Me (tr. by Jeannette Howard Foster), 1904

How he loves you! And ah, how he hates you!…

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies (tr. by Stuart Gilbert & Lionel Abel), 1943

Deep in my enemy I find the lover;

Pierre Corneille, The Cid (tr. by A.S. Kline), 1636

He and I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together.

Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband, 1893

Come as enemy or friend, that does not matter to me. You shall be the millstone round my neck, and I’ll like you the better for it.

Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn, 1936

[stlowens]

Louise Glück, from “Faithful and Virtuous Night.”

[luthienne]

Odysseus Elytis, from Maria Nephele (trans. from the Greek by Athan Anagnostopoulos)

[Text ID: Poetry O my Saint — forgive me / but I need to stay alive / to cross over to the other side; / anything would be preferable / to my slow assassination by the past.]

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Ginger”

[Text ID: “I got cursed, in every way a / woman can. / You kill yourself, over and over, / to be different.”]

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Jess”

[Text ID: “I can’t exist in a way that comforts you.”]

[feral-ballad]

Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Thomasin”

[Text ID: “She is so tired of waiting / —aren’t you?— / for the world to become good / and tolerable and kind.”]

[metamorphesque]

— Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H. | Artwork by Katrien de Blauwer

And I want to be held down. I don’t know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me. 

[jamesandrewcrosby]

Forgotten Letter #889

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