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I had words that I wished to say to you across the void

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “[You who never arrived],” ed. & trans. Stephen Mitchell, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (Vintage, 1989)

[catsuggest]

it is time for sleep !

goodnighte !

[midspringwind]

[undr]

Elliott Erwitt. New York. 1953

[undr]

Toni Frissell. A couple walking along the Seine River. 1950s

[evilbjork]

[glazedeye-s]

Statue of the goddess Aphrodite (Venus) bathing in the garden of the Royal Palace: Caserta, Italy.

[quotemadness]

“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay.”

— Janet Fitch

[quotemadness]

“You’ve got to let go of who you were, to become who you will be.”

— Janet Fitch

[kafk-a]

White Oleander, Janet Fitch

[catsuggest]

if im feel like slap then im simplé goinge to slap

[catsuggest]

https://teespring.com/stores/cat-suggest

[midspringwind]

charisty

she is

my garden, gold

the sun    ‘s

last sigh on the land

the magic

I overwhelmingly

understand

[midspringwind]

snip, snip I

tiny slips, (secret)ing sentences

during the first frail

and pure

hours of blue magic morning

planted are heads, furrowed in sleep

only sprouted are

s(he)

tiny (s lip)pery words

singing, simultaneously, silent

intangible

yet true

only for an hour or under the moon

[weirdlooksgoodonyou]

so no one is going to talk about the time dostoyevsky said “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies- i exist. i’m tormented on the rack- but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar- i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.” because hOly fuckkkk

[donnatarttapologist]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (1864) tr. Constance Garnett

[midspringwind]

“I want to deal with my unimportant feelings that the world will never hear. I want to put on record my right to passing anxieties, simple sorrows, small desires, and feelings that flare up briefly in the heart and then disappear. I don’t say my anxiety is justified and I won’t apologize for it. It’s my anxiety and that’s all. I describe it as it is. I don’t want anything from anyone. I don’t pray for help or seek assistance or sympathy. All I want is to probe what is inside me so that I can know it, and listen for the voice of my soul and hear it. I want to write the history of things no one else will ever write for me. I want to carve the least of my feelings with a chisel on a stone next to the highway. I realize that I’m talking nonsense now, but it’s been a brief fit, that’s lasted only as long as it as taken me to smoke this cigarette.”

— Mourid Barghouti, from I Was Born There, I Was Born Here (Walker & Company, 2012)

[mournfulroses]

“The night and its slow blood, the autumn sky,”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,”