[thoughtkick]

“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.”

— Daniel Saint

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Robert Bly, In the Month of May (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[diana-andraste]

The Beast of Gévaudan, France, c. 1765

Engraving

x

[charnel-grounds]

la Bête du Gévaudan

[calcifiedred]

"Diver," 2026. Photo transfers onto cotton, freshwater pearls, fish hook, thread, colored pencil, gloss medium, gloss gel. dimensions: slightly smaller than my hand :)

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, , from a poem titled "Thirteen Feral Cats," featured in Startlement: New and Selected Poems

[seadress]

I swallowed the shame

of generations. I feel I may

fawn to death

as everything said means

something else.

When I was five

I cried when my father asked me

not to play with glass.

My stomach’s

ached ever since. Each heave

beats me

back

to studying blunt texts like

dense translation, or

hiding in cubicles

with my nagging heart. I see

these quiet wounds

everywhere— the martyrdom,

the melodrama. As

silent

as any woman

who suffers.

[theoptia]

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "Magdalene: The Addict"

Text ID: I liked Hell, / I liked to go there alone / relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. / The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then?

[theoptia]

Alejandra Pizarnik, from The Last Innocence/The Lost Adventures translated by Cecilia Rossi

Text ID: days gnaw at you / nights blame you / life pains so much so much / in your despair, where are you headed? / despair, just nothing else.

[wovi]

*

plath

[seadress]

The heart is an inconsolable sea,

so trite, the way it bores me

back to a past I’d prefer

to bury.

White-knuckled, insipid days

spent mourning

in spreadsheets. The evening

exhales and

crawls closer

to Saturday.

[readmydesire]

on hedonism by anne carson

[balevrana]

[lascitasdelashoras]

Nick Cave’s handwritten dictionary of words, 1984

[noxgothique]

Fred H. Berger

[mournfulroses]

Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; "The Bloody Chamber,"

[no-where-new-hero]

Angela Carter and the "So Fucking What" Approach to Writing

[bitesizedpoetry]

Frieda Hughes, from "For Shura", in Alternative Values (published in 2015, 52 years after Sylvia Plath's death)

["You" - referring to Shura, her half-sister, daughter of Ted Hughes and Assia Wevill ("your mother"), Ted's mistress during his marriage to Sylvia ("mother"); on 23 March 1969, Assia gassed herself and 4-year-old Shura]