The Strange Rainmaker

[petaltexturedskies]

Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the oceans passed. Transport—by throe— peace—by its battles told— love, by memorial mold—birds, by the snow.

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems

[majestativa]

Society has a taste for masks.

ROBERT DESNOS — Essential Poems and Writings of Robert Desnos [Ed. Mary Ann Caws], transl. by Mary Ann Caws, (2007)

[petaltexturedskies]

Albert Camus, Correspondance: 1944-1959

[thirdity]

“Reading is not as insignificant as we claim. First we must steal the key to the library. Reading is a provocation, a rebellion: we open the book’s door, pretending it is a simple paperback cover, and in broad daylight escape! We are no longer there: this is what real reading is. If we haven’t left the room, if we haven’t gone over the wall, we’re not reading.”

— Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing

[petaltexturedskies]

Two butterflies went out at noon - and waltzed upon a farm - then stepped straight through the firmament and rested, on a beam - and then - together bore away upon a shining sea - though never yet, in any port - their coming, mentioned - be - if spoken by the distant bird - if met in ether sea by frigate, or by merchantman - no notice - was - to me -

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems

[smokefalls]

Never do I stop what comes Never do I stop what goes I am the tears that flow in their eyes

Lee Seong-bok, "River 1" from That Summer's End (translated by Anton Hur)

[forestgreenlesbian]

Summer Wagner, 2023

[perriaeyjeve]

[havingapoemwithyou]

Say thank you say i’m sorry by Jericho Brown

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

– Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

[exhaled-spirals]

“Paths are the habits of a landscape. They are acts of consensual making. It’s hard to create a footpath on your own […]. Paths connect. This is their first duty and their chief reason for being. They relate places in a literal sense, and by extension they relate people. Paths are consensual, because without common care and common practice they disappear: overgrown by vegetation, ploughed up or built over. Paths need walking. In 19th century Suffolk small sickles called ‘hooks’ were hung on stiles and posts at the start of certain well-used paths: those running between villages, for example. A walker would pick up a hook and use it to lop off branches that were starting to impede passage. The hook would then be left at the other end of the path, for a walker coming in the opposite direction. In this manner the path was collectively maintained for general use.”

— Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot (via exhaled-spirals)

[wetheurban]

The bravest thing you can do is loosen your grip on how it was "supposed" to happen and open your heart to what still can.

[weepingwidar]

Daniel Santangelo (Ethiopian-Eritrean-Italian, 2004) - Semhar (2026)

[theoptia]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

[dog-teeth]

yall ever just yearn? ever get filled with the most profound sense of longing for something you cant understand? yall ever crave? ever have an unexplainable ache?

[nobrashfestivity]

Nelly Sachs

[berkeleygirl3]