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āif i had killed myself back when i planned to, i would have never experienced some things that i just cannot let go of.ā
-a book thatāll be too hard to write
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Federico GarcĆa Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; āAutumn Song,ā
The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
Audre Lorde, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde; āA Family Resemblance,ā
Samuel Beckett, from "Waiting for Godot," originally published in January 1953
Weāre all under the streetlamps, everyoneās the color of day-old piss. When Iām fifty, this is how Iāll remember my friends: tired and yellow and drunk.
Junot DĆaz, from Drown, 1995
Tony Hoagland, from āPeaceful Transitionā,Ā What Narcissism Means to Me
"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
Patricia Smith, from Teahouse of the Almighty; āBuilding Nicoleās Mamaā
Sappho, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)
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Kate Chopin, fromĀ The Awakening
Stephen Mitchell, Gilgamesh
Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
Sylvia Plath, "Love Letter"