the suffering among us

well intentioned sentences full of mistakes can still build bridges around people

[primulaceas]

J. D. Salinger, “Zooey.” Franny and Zooey

[fearlastyear]

That night I knew that I would go to Hell,  and it would be a place just like my room.

—Dana Gioia, from The Gods of Winter: Poems

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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

[goawfma]

never gets old

[sweet-marie]

jesse ball, from “how to set a fire and why”

[weltenwellen]

“I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Andrei Tarkovsky

[soracities]

what lucille clifton said: i am running into a new year and i beg what i love and i leave to forgive me

[sweetcammomilla]

Fiona Apple saying what I feel all the time about my life

Fiona Apple again saying things that concerned my life

I was and maybe I still am that kind of person who listen people talking bullshit about my life and stays silent. At least for a kinda short period of time. I'm not sure if I learned to defend myself from this.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another — physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.” - Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

[blossomfully]

Confessional // Sue Zhao

[infosnack]

“Linguists” via xkcd.com

[gorgonwoman]

Processing Trauma By Giving It a Name, Sarah Kasbeer

[songsforgorgons]

From The Female Man by Joanna Russ (1975).

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‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)

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ada limón, from “bright dead things”

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[text ID: J said, You don’t believe in God? And I said, No, I believe in this connection we all have to nature, to each other, to the universe. And she said, Yeah, God. end ID]

[amaalsdrifting]

“I think poetry is a way of carrying grief, but it’s also a way of putting it somewhere so I don’t always have to heave it onto my back or in my body. The more I put grief in a poem, the more I am able to move freely through the world because I have named it, spoken it, and thrown it out into the sky. Everyone has grief that they carry and sometimes we have anxiety and depression about anticipatory grief. The thing that I’ve found that helps is knowing we are all in this, someone has gone or is going through the same thing. Poetry helps us with that too. Writing. Reading. As James Baldwin said, “You think your pain and heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, and then you read.“”

— Ada Limón interviewed by Lauren LeBlanc, BOMB Magazine