[soracities]

H.D., from poem [5] in Red Rose and a Beggar, Hermetic Definition [ID'd]

[soracities]

Asli Mahdi, "Origin Story #4", pub. The Offing [ID'd]

[soracities]

Mia Mingus, from "'Disability Justice' is Simply Another Term for Love", pub. Leavings [ID'd]

[vivalasigh]

Jericho Brown, "To Be Asked for a Kiss"

[soracities]

Megan Garber, "We've Lost the Plot: We're Already in the Metaverse", pub. The Atlantic [ID'd]

[rottenvampbat]

I don’t have any disorders these are all symptoms of being a vampire

[that-one-idiot-11]

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

[jetix]

Sara Hagale, 2023-09-06

[soracities]

Emily Skaja, from "I Liked Myself Better as an Exquisite Skeleton", pub. The Offing [ID'd]

[thirdity]

“There is no sadness and no cruelty in that gaze; it is a gaze without adjectives, it is only, completely, a gaze which neither judges you nor appeals to you; it posits you, implicates you; makes you exist. But this creative gesture is endless; you keep on being born, you are sustained, carried to the end of a movement which is one of infinite origin, source, and which appears in an eternal state of suspension. God and the emperor had the power of the hand, man has the gaze. All history reaches the grandeur of its own mystery in an endless look.”

— Roland Barthes, Critical Essays

[soracities]

“To define force—it is that x that turns anybody who is subjected to it into a thing. Exercised to the limit, it turns man into a thing in the most literal sense: it makes a corpse out of him. Somebody was here, and the next minute there is nobody here at all.”

— Simone Weil, “The Iliad, or the Poem of Force” (trans. Mary McCarthy)

[thirdity]

“Writing exists (for me) at the intersection of three precarious, uncertain elements: language, the world, the self. The first is never wholly mine; the second I can only ever know in a partial sense; the third is a malleable and improvised response to the previous two. If my writing is a psychodrama I don’t think it is because I have, as the internet would have it, so many feels, but because the correct balance and weight to be given to each of these three elements is never self-evident to me. It’s this self — whose boundaries are uncertain, whose language is never pure, whose world is in no way “self-evident” — that I try to write from and to. My hope is for a reader who, like the author, often wonders how free she really is, and who takes it for granted that reading involves all the same liberties and exigencies as writing.”

— Zadie Smith, “Forward”, Feel Free

[sadladypoetssociety]

“I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.”

— Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell  

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“Avoid pronouncing the phrases everyone else does. Think up your own way of speaking, even if only to convey that thing you think everyone is saying. Make an effort to separate yourself from the internet. Read books.”

— Timothy Snyder, On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century

[havingapoemwithyou]

A mid-february sky dance by Richard Brautigan

[greelin]

beautiful bisexual people we must keep going

[greelin]

we. We Have To

[gleerant]

if you ever find yourself thinking “wow I scraped the bottom of the barrel with my energy with that and came out okay!” that’s the devil talking. you did not come out okay. you borrowed energy from the future. you will repay it if you don’t rest and replenish the borrowed energy first.

[gleerant]

this one took off quickly - are you guys ok

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

WIZARD PSA: Chronomancy might be weird and confusing, but one of the few solid rules of the discipline is keep your promises. Time is a library, and you don't want to meet the librarian.