Vivian Springford (1913-2003) — Stain Pale Yellow, Red (VSF 738) [acrylic on canvas, ca. 1970]
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Vivian Springford (1913-2003) — Stain Pale Yellow, Red (VSF 738) [acrylic on canvas, ca. 1970]
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Dostoevsky, The Idiot
Caspar David Friedrich, Gartenterrasse, 1811
(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)
Edith Södergran, from Love & Solitude: The Selected Poems of E. S.; "Materialism,"
— nothingbutloveforyou
Yoshitomo Nara
Hanif Abdurraqib, from "None of My Vices Are Violent Enoughto Undo Remembering"
Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Seduction theory”
[Text ID: “so let it be known when I want something I want more of it than usually exists.”]
Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Poet (derogatory)”
[Text ID: “Why can’t I just say it straight? / I’m so in love with you it makes me want to die.”]
Each Knuckle with Sugar, Sarah Levine
Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Mosab Abu Toha
▪︎ Palestinian poet
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
// Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva; "Epilogue,"
— from My Father Writes from Prison, Ocean Vuong, in 'Night Sky with Exit Wounds'
[text ID: some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don't know / desire other than the need / to be battered & rebuilt /]