itâs literally good for the soul to write shitty poetry and never show it to anyone
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itâs literally good for the soul to write shitty poetry and never show it to anyone
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When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, Chen Chen
34. What is the shape of your body? Angel: an intense tension in her left shoulder blade, as if she is growing a wing. I know that she experiences her mouth as a smeared gesture: paint, fingers. In words, then? Sometimes she feels that her body is open to the air. There is nothing that separates her from herself. She does not exist. She canât exist. If she existed, her wholeness would be irrelevant; a lit match. Sheâs watching it burn. It burns like cream. As soon as she writes these things, she knows they are not true. Angel. The only word she knows in Spanish. Smoky gelatin. Everything is different now.
Bhanu Kapil, from âA Vertical Interrogation of Strangersâ
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âPlath had dared to do something quite different. She had dared to write hate poems, the one thing I had never dared to write. Iâd always been afraid, ever in my life, to express anger.â
â Anne Sexton, from No Evil Star: Selected Essays, Interviews, and Prose;âHow Does A Poem Come Into Being,â
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Jenny Zhang, âHow It Feelsâ
Keguro Macharia, âOn Quittingâ
Eloghosa Osunde, âTo Post, or Not to Post?â
Leslie Kendall Dye, âIt Isnât That Shockingâ
Nina Li Coomes, âć鏹 (Yuutsu): When Mental Health Is Mistranslatedâ
Ella Wilson, âTake Care: Mothers, Daughters, And Inheriting Self-Hatredâ
Andrew Solomon, âAnatomy of Melancholyâ
Miya Tokumitsu, âTell Me Itâs Going to be OKâ
Heather Havrilesky, âThe Miracle of the Mundaneâ
Katie Heaney, â5 Books to Read if You Have Social Anxietyâ
Hannah Jane Parkinson, âItâs nothing like a broken legâ: Why Iâm done with the mental health conversation
Philippa Snow, Reading Joan Didion in The Midst of Depression
Kim McLarin, Outrunning Eshu: On Finally Seeking Treatment for Depression
âyou are a kind of terrible part of me â I do not know how to disorganize myself. I have grown into this. No way back. No way at all.â
â Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters; to W. D. Snodgrass, 11th March 1959â
âI am the Goddess no one wants but all must seek. I am the Mother of all loss.â
â Galina Krasskova, âThe Oracle of Ereshkigalâ
âHer stare, that of an animal, met my own animal stare.â
â Alexander Blok, from The Selected Poems of Alexander Blok; âOn The Dunes,â