Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, 8 September 1897 (tr. by Edward Snow & Michael Winkler)
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Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, 8 September 1897 (tr. by Edward Snow & Michael Winkler)
Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.
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Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
from Changing of the Tides & Other Poems by Emma Conlon
I use a trick to teach students
how to avoid passive voice.
Circle the verbs.
Imagine inserting “by zombies”
after each one.
Have the words been claimed
by the flesh-hungry undead?
If so, passive voice.
I wonder if these
sixth graders will recollect,
on summer vacation,
as they stretch their legs
on the way home
from Yellowstone or Yosemite
and the byway’s historical marker
beckons them to the
site of an Indian village—
Where trouble was brewing.
Where, after further hostilities, the army was directed to enter.
Where the village was razed after the skirmish occurred.
Where most were women and children.
Riveted bramble of passive verbs
etched in wood—
stripped hands
breaking up from the dry ground
to pinch the meat
of their young red tongues.
— Laura Da', "Passive Voice" from Tributaries
Leslie Feinberg on trans exclusion in feminist spaces.
“We’re in danger of losing what the entire second wave of feminism, what the entire second wave of women’s liberation was built on, and that was ‘Biology is not destiny’. ‘One is not born a woman,’ Simone de Beauvoir said, ‘one becomes one’. Now there’s some place where transsexual women and other women intersect. Biological determinism has been used for centuries as a weapon against women, in order to justify a second-class and oppressed status. How on Earth, then, are you going to pick up the weapon of biological determinism and use it to liberate yourself? It’s a reactionary tool.”
From TransSisters: The Journal of Transsexual Feminism, issue 7, volume 1. 1995.
@chloeinletters on instagram
Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to die
a few times each day to understand your father's sky, as you take it apart
piece by piece and can't feel anything, can't feel the tree growing under
your feet, the eyes poking night only to find another night to compare it to.
Whoever heard of turning pain into hummingbirds or red birds—
haven't we grown? What does it mean to be older? Maybe a house with-
out doors can still survive a storm. Maybe I can't find the proper way to
rebel or damn it, I can't leave. I want to, but you grow inside of me. And
as I watch you, before I know it, I'm too heavy, too full of you to move.
Maybe that's what they meant when they said you shouldn't love a country
too much.
— Nathalie Handal, "Ways of Rebelling" from The Republics
Sharon Olds, from "Something Is Happening", One Secret Thing: Poems
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
— from Good Poems for Hard Times edited by Garrison Keillor
from Changing of the Tides & Other Poems by Emma Conlon
— Emily Dickinson, The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson
— Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage
this journey isn’t an easy one • via instagram @emma.conlon