History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
James Joyce, Ulysses
Currently reading “grapes of wrath” and i’m startled by how relevant it is nearly 100 years later
“the Bank —or the Company—needs—wants—insist—must have—as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them. These last (employees) would take no responsibility for the banks or the companies because they were men and slaves, while the banks were machines and masters all at the same time”
“(…) how I would like to have wings— blue ones— ribbons of flame. How I would like to open them, and rise”
— Mary Oliver, from Spring Azures in “New And Selected Poems: Volume One”
Two or Three Things I Know About Her (1976)
"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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— Mary Oliver, The Pond
Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
"Do you believe in life after work"
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— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)
I wasn't good enough to forgive offences, but eventually I always forgot them.
Albert Camus - The Fall
Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “My partner wants me to write them a poem about Sheryl Crow"
Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012
Franz Kafka