Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"

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Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Staying Quiet"
Solitude had made her secretive—self-manipulated. Years of haunting had dulled her in ways you wouldn't believe and sharpened her in ways you wouldn't believe either.
Toni Morrison, excerpt from Beloved
The limit has at last been reached. The glass is shattered, but what do the splinters reflect? The void has finally burst the thin shell and meets—the void? In that case what a triumph for the void.
– Ingmar Bergman, from “The Hour of the Wolf,” Four Stories (Anchor, 1976)
Total Dissatisfaction, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)
so no one taught the old male philosophers how to sit with their feelings huh
"I tried to ask my parents to leave the room, but not my life. It was very hard. Because the room was the size of my life. Because my life was small."
— Chen Chen, “Chapter VIII”
also the sunset light was back at it again in my apartment last night
The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
man. i am absolutely gutted about andrea gibson.
I was introduced to their spoken word in 2010/11 randomly and since then I have been in love with their poetry for its tenderness and gentle wisdom. Their words and presence as an artist carried warmth, wisdom and humor and their spoken word carried me through so much all these years. Still does, I recalled a poem just this afternoon. I kept thinking I would write them an appreciation email someday and never got around to it. Life is such a bizarre experience. You never fully grasp that the things you love are ephemeral. I don’t think there is any poem from their collection that I don’t love for different reasons but this is my absolute favourite. Rest in power <3
Andrea Gibson 8/13/75 - 7/14/25 "I am more here than I ever was before. I am more here with you than I ever could have imagined." – Love Letter From the Afterlife
does anyone have that quote that goes something like 'white germans under the nazis lived just fine as long as they were loyal to the state, gave their children to the army, and paid their taxes, and in this sense many americans would be comfortable living under fascism' trying to find who said it but google is giving me jack shit
"The concentration camp was never the normal condition for the average gentile German. Unless one were Jewish, or poor and unemployed, or of active leftist persuasion or otherwise openly anti-Nazi, Germany from 1933 until well into the war was not a nightmarish place. All the “good Germans” had to do was obey the law, pay their taxes, give their sons to the army, avoid any sign of political heterodoxy, and look the other way when unions were busted and troublesome people disappeared. Since many “middle Americans” already obey the law, pay their taxes, give their sons to the army, are themselves distrustful of political heterodoxy, and applaud when unions are broken and troublesome people are disposed of, they probably could live without too much personal torment in a fascist state — some of them certainly seem eager to do so. "
- Michael Parenti, Fascism in a Pinstriped Suit
Venice
Heartbreak diaries: a year later.
Things are very different now compared to where you were emotionally last year. Everything has been mellowed out. You daydream out of boredom mainly when you do and even then it is like thinking of a stranger who has no meaning or value for your life now. You looked at his profile after 4 months and he is just there. Like everyone else. You have new things to look forward to now and new people to be better friends with and new books to read and dissect with said people. The loneliness still hits sometimes and existing relationships have changed but you trust yourself a bit more now that you will/can handle these changes.
It doesn’t happen like that. You don’t just wake up one day and find that everything has worked itself out. You must get out of bed, morning after morning, and make a conscious effort to control the circumstances of that given day. You must learn to handle your issues with grace because you respect what they are attempting to teach you. You must drown your insecurities slowly, one self-realization at a time. You must allow yourself to feel the fear bubbling just beneath your skin but you must never allow it the satisfaction of crippling you; grit your teeth and march on. You see, they never tell you how hard these things will be. This fight to reclaim yourself is not easy or straightforward but, my god, is it necessary.
it's your lucky day. nothing you had that left is coming back
on love arriving unannounced
so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry