Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
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Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987
unstoppable force (trying desperately to see the good in life) vs immovable object (wishing life would be kinder to me)
Chen Chen, How I Became Sagacious
His voice in my ear. It did interesting things to me.
Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘Mr. Fox’
Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "Waking at Night"
PROMPTS FOR SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES * assorted dialogue for eerie situations, adjust as necessary 👻
where have you been? i've been looking all over for you.
where did you find that?
that wasn't here before.
that's it! i'm leaving!
i came back for you.
do you do this often?
if you didn't do it, who did?
i think we're being watched.
did that painting just move?
the locals say this place is haunted.
follow me, and stay quiet.
we need to get to the bottom of this.
something weird is going on.
i don't like the look of this.
this is the last time i listen to you.
i think you should see this.
there's no service in here.
where did it go? it was right here five seconds ago.
did you hear that?
this place is cursed.
they say someone died in here.
i'm not staying here another second.
do you smell something?
get in here! now!
we're supposed to be the only ones here.
those were footsteps.
someone else is here.
last one out's a rotten egg!
who made that noise?
i don't believe in that stuff.
the light's not working.
my battery is dead.
we should split up.
it's too late!
you came back for me?
is that blood?
no way. i'm not doing this alone.
we need to stick together.
hello? is anyone here?
i'm getting out of here!
the locals don't like this place.
looks like we're stuck here for the night.
that place looks creepy.
i don't like the look of this place.
who made that noise?
i don't believe in ghosts.
i'm getting the hell away from this place.
do you get the feeling we're being watched?
that's impossible.
i'm not going into the creepy basement alone.
what is wrong with you?
hurry! get inside!
there's no such thing as coincidences.
i'm not going first. you go.
any volunteers?
not sure we're supposed to be here.
come on! it'll be fun!
remind me never to come with you.
the door's locked! we're trapped!
hide! in here!
no way. i'll stay right here.
you keep watch.
i can't take another second of this.
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
when did this happen?
it's getting dark. we should camp here for the night.
i've heard stories about this place.
i'm not sticking around to find out.
this is bad. this is very bad.
i thought i lost you!
we need to put an end to this.
do you believe in ghosts?
we shouldn't have come here.
let's try the back door!
oh great. a creepy basement.
you go first.
this was your idea.
i don't want to die!
don't be such a scaredy cat.
where does this door lead?
come out, come out, wherever you are!
how did i let you drag me into this?
remind me never to come back.
that was quick thinking.
so that's it?
nothing's going to happen! trust me!
i can't believe you talked me into this.
you owe me big time.
they told me to stay away.
this isn't what i signed up for.
you never told me this would happen.
trust me. i'll get us out.
i think we're stuck.
Willa Cather // Franz Kafka
Shout out to knive wifes and their emo boyfriends who hide their trauma behind building themselves a reputation of being cruel, but in reality only think about how in love they are all day every day (even tho they don't want to)
Lure of you, eye and lip; Yearning, yearning, Languor, surrender; Your mouth, And madness, madness
Angelina Weld Grimké, from ‘El Beso’ (via soracities)
But it made you stronger”. I was a child. I didn’t need to be stronger. I needed to be safe.
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They touched; with the gentle clarity of dream,
Robert Penn Warren, from section V “The Return,” in “Kentucky Mountain Farm,” New and Selected Poems 1923-1985 (Random House,1985)
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