In Eclipse

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[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[ousia-poetica]

No one deserves depression and unhappiness. Evgeny Lushpin Fine Art

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[luthienne]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (tr. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky)

[Text ID: Never be frightened at your own faintheartedness in attaining love, and meanwhile do not even be very frightened by your own bad acts. I am sorry that I cannot say anything more comforting, for active love is a harsh and fearful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams thirsts for immediate action, quickly performed, and with everyone watching. Indeed, it will go as far as the giving even of one’s life, provided it does not take long but is soon over, as on stage, and everyone is looking on and praising. Whereas active love is labor and perseverance, and for some people, perhaps, a whole science.]

[radstudies]

Hiroshi Yoshida (Japanese, 1876-1950) - Otenjo, 1926 

[luthienne]

hi :) i love your blog so very much. i can’t sleep and im feeling horrifically anxious and i was wondering if you have any words that i can use to wrap myself around. anything that feels like being held ♡

Callista Buchen, “Taking Care”

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things”

Kim Hye Rim

“Come, let’s stand by the window and look out / at the light on the field. / Let’s watch how / the clouds cover the the sun and almost nothing / stirs in the grass.”

Danusha Laméris, The Moons of August; “Thinking”

Heather Christle, “Then We Are in Agreement”

Holly Warburton

Ross Gay, from The Book of Delights 

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica

Ben McLaughlin, The Train

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Joy Harjo, from “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet”

[luthienne]

Hi, can you recommend me some good poetry collection books? Preferably ones that are dark (like they focus on sad or trauma stuff) but also doesn’t have to be necessarily dark. I just need some good emotional ones

some of these touch on trauma explicitly, some don’t. so all i will say is that i found these collections v emotionally evocative for me: 

louise glück, averno / mahtem shiferraw, your body is war / alice notley, in the pines  / camille rankine, incorrect merciful impulses / carl phillips, reconnaissance / ocean vuong, night sky with exit wounds / alejandra pizarnik, extracting the stone of madness (tr. yvette siegert) / anne carson, glass, irony & god / tarfia faizullah, seam / ada limón, bright dead things / eavan boland, in a time of violence / adonis, selected poems (tr. khaled mattawa) / mary ruefle, trances of the blast / natalie diaz, postcolonial love poem

[luthienne]

Adonis, from “Desire Moving Through Maps of Matter” (tr. Khaled Mattawa) / Valarie Kaur, See No Stranger: A Memoir and Manifesto of Revolutionary Love / Kahlil Gibran, from “On Joy and Sorrow” / Adonis, from “Desire Moving Through Maps of Matter” (tr. Khaled Mattawa) / Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Kindness”

[luthienne]

“—I want to change: I want to stop fear’s subtle / guidance of my life—”

— Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; “California Plush”

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[luthienne]

Adonis, Selected Poems; “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[luthienne]

“…we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be. We’ll part in the pitch of longing.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

[primulaceas]

Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)

[lavrinko]

the poets leave hell and again behold the stars  inferno. canto XXXIV.

[fierce]

[boysaints]

peach yogurt, 03.17.20

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[pairedaeza]

“When I’m writing, I am trying to find out who I am, who we are, what we’re capable of, how we feel, how we lose and stand up, and go on from darkness into darkness. I’m trying for that. But I’m also trying for the language. I’m trying to see how it can really sound. I really love language. I love it for what it does for us, how it allows us to explain the pain and the glory, the nuances and the delicacies of our existence. And then it allows us to laugh, allows us to show wit. Real wit is shown in language. We need language.”

— Maya Angelou, from an interview with The Paris Review