I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE by Michael Gray Bulla
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I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE by Michael Gray Bulla
To even write father is to carve a portion of the day out of a bomb-bright page.
Ocean Vuong, Deto(nation)
“Life occasionally made me belong, as if to give me the measure of what I have lost by not belonging. And then I realized: to belong is to live. I felt this with the thirst of someone lost in the desert, gulping down the last drops of water in a canteen. And then the thirst returns, and I’m walking through the same desert.”
— Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life
James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
Do we forgive our fathers in our age / or in theirs? // Or in their deaths, / saying it to them or not saying it? // If we forgive our fathers, what is left?
dick lourie, forgiving our fathers
Jean-Luc Nancy, tr. Leslie Hill
from The night and I, Paruyr Sevak (tr. tatheve simonyan) read the rest here
Nocturne by Frank O’Hara
From Below Carl Phillips
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But one can learn from one’s errors. What one cannot survive is allowing other people to make your errors for you, discarding your own vision, in which, at least, you believe, for someone else’s vision, in which you do not believe.
— ‘No Name In The Street’ (James Baldwin)
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche
I will not kill you, for my delight is to drink / the brew of your suffering. // Your thirst is my favorite prayer, / and you keep dancing to the familiar // ritual of gore. Do you not hear? / This spirit only yearns // for scorching breaths. / I can touch the end of your craving // on Fridays. At the edge of night, / I reveal myself, all the time.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book One, Bakandamiya
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