The Loss of Poetry

Freelancer. Poet. Ghostwriter. Human.

[horsesarecreatures]

Irish Cobs

[lifeinpoetry]

Clouds floating by dividing up the sky among themselves open my heart’s door and put your wrists in Your fists pounding the sky Electric static rain shower, free fall

— Kim Hyesoon, from "Map," The Hell of That Star, tr. Cindy Juyoung Ok

[laputalashline]

“I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.”

Herman Hesse, from ‘Demian'

[dailyclassicart]

Aron Wiesenfeld - "Lost Track" (2018)

[weltenwellen]

I Do Know Some Things Richard Siken

[eymurn]

you owe me nothing. i did it out of love.

[sadladypoetssociety]

“Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you; it means learning to respect and use your own brains and instincts; hence, grappling with hard work. It means that you do not treat your body as a commodity with which to purchase superficial intimacy or economic security; for our bodies to be treated as objects, our minds are in mortal danger. It means insisting that those to whom you give your friendship and love are able to respect your mind. It means being able to say, with Charlotte Brönte’s Jane Eyre: “I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.””

— Adrienne Rich, “Claiming an Education” (1977), On Lies, Secrets, and Silence

[8-bitfiction]

[mooneyedandglowing]

“Intimacy requires courage because risk is inescapable. We cannot know at the outset how the relationship will affect us. Like a chemical mixture, if one of us is changed, both of us will be. Will we grow in self-actualization, or will it destroy us? The one thing we can be certain of is that if we let ourselves fully into the relationship for good or evil, we will not come out unaffected.”

— Rollo May

[philosophybits]

“The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death

[askyea-poesy]

Sometimes, between two people, something happens. Rarely, very rarely, a whole world is born. A tiny microcosm, where you can always find shelter, even when the rest of the world is falling apart.

Hannah Arendt

[thoughtkick]

“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”

— Sophocles, Antigone

[lifeinpoetry]

chasm demanded us, so we chasmed— and if we see each other on the other side, I promised myself to ask no questions about what happened to you along the way, I will only know that you are here

— Rosie Stockton, from "LIMIT," Fuel

[holybeings]

i love when people are honest i love it even when its embarrassing nothing is embarrassing and when something is true it feels good there's nothing like it

[8-bitfiction]

[shisasan]

April 26, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

[diary-of-alice]

pro-tip: your blog is about you. be self-indulgent, self-absorbed, and self-possessed. go all in on your obsessions. this is a work of self-expression, a living monument to your heart.