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Anne Carson, from “Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions,” in The New Yorker (December 3, 2001)
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)
-oresteia, trans. robert icke
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Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
Vardges Petrosyan, Years Lived and Unlived (translated by metamorphesque)
Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
"Grief is love's souvenir. It's our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price."
– Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems
Song to Song (2017)
Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]
obsessed with stories where the message is that you can’t bring someone back from the dead even if you can bring someone back from the dead
7. The Great Beauty (La grande bellezza, 2013) Dir. Paolo Sorrentino
Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia
Text ID: I am already nothing. / I am already burning.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, from The Selected Poetry of Pier Paolo Pasolini; “The Apennines”
Text ID: Under her closed eyelids lies / this siege of millions of souls
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from "Wishbone", Crush
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
A mellow mood, a kiss in a melting alley..