How the absence of someone else feels like the absence of myself
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How the absence of someone else feels like the absence of myself
“Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
— Richard Siken, Editors Page: The Long and the Short of It
Joanna Klink, from “On Diminishment”, The Nightfields
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory At The End
pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
Georges Seurat type of evening
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
music room by salman toor, oil on canvas, 2021
As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, dir. Jonas Mekas, 2000.
everything I’ve ever written has been about you
@peaceful-poetry / water lilies — claude monet / this is how you lose the time war — amal el-mortar and max gladstone / vanishing interior — suzanne buffam / water lilies — claude monet / and then i tried — rene ricard / i’m writing another poem about you — mira lightner / water lilies — claude monet
you never know where you’ll be in a year, so don’t worry too much about that. just work with what you have now, the good and the bad. we only have to go one day at a time.
happy my mother said I could be anything I wanted but I chose to live monday
happy the days I don’t want to kill myself are extraordinary tuesday
happy walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again and an intense love rushes to your heart and hope it’s unendurable unendurable wednesday
happy the thing is to love life to love it even when you have no stomach for it thursday
happy for years I have been on duty in this my body and this its mind and no one has told me when relief might arrive but I think it will come all at once by the hundreds friday
"Do I deserve this?" "Am I worthy of this?"
So irrelevant. Do you want it?
forgetting
obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)
here. have a poem for every day of the week. it’ll be okay I love you
monday by alex dimitrov
watching you talk on the phone, I consider the empty space around atoms— by rhiannon mcgavin
on wednesday they came on the news by robert wood lynn
thursday by james longenbach
a photograph by james schuyler
love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough
when you have forgotten sunday: the love story by gwendolyn brooks