Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”
[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]

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Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”
[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]
“I would never tie you down, not even with garlands of roses. I don’t want anything from you that doesn’t come from your own impulse, like water from the springs.”
— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XLVI”
Trista Mateer, from Aphrodite Made Me Do It
[Text ID: “You have to let something / go. You carry too much in your heart. / There’s no room for anything else.”]
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
“Being in control of my own destruction has always seemed like a solution for it.”
— Rachel Cusk, on her smoking habit, as cited in Olivia Sudjic’s Exposure
“I am sick of haunting myself from within like an old house.”
— Erica Jong, from “Bitter Herb,” Witches (as seen in Becoming Light: Poems New and Selected)
— Elena Ferrante, from “The Days of Abandonment.”
Artists make mankind an individual by connecting the past with the future in the present. Artists are the higher organ of the soul where the vital spirits of all external humanity join together, and where inner humanity has its primary sphere of action.
Friedrich Schlegel, Ideas (via philosophybits)
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Megan Neville, “The Night My Father Died, I Almost Believed in God”
— Kristin Chang, excerpt from Ink Knows No Borders: Poems of the Immigrant and Refugee Experience; “Domesticity”
“The body smashes itself into smithereens and the soul (it is said) escapes.”
— Virginia Woolf, from On Being Ill (via wishbzne)
“—it was a look that peeled skin and looked through flesh.”
— Tamsyn Muir, The Locked Tomb: Gideon the Ninth
John Banville, The Sea
[Text ID: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”]
your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan
― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―
We have to endure the discordance between imagination and fact. It is better to say, “I am suffering,” than to say, “This landscape is ugly.”
Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (via philosophybits)
“After all those madnessess, I can’t believe that I have grown sane,”
— Forough Farrokhzad, from Sin: The Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Enthusiasm,”