C'est Tout

[maryolive]

Time by John Wieners

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from “River of Milk”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf 

[inmagasroom]

No to flexibility, yes to plasticity! Interview with Catherine Malabou

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[jupitersmusings]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

[overlord-fire-bubble]

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

[tiny-kt]

this for real fucking works

[feral-ballad]

Analicia Sotelo, from Virgin: Poems; “Trauma with a Second Chance at Humiliation”

[Text ID: “To admit I love you would be to admit / I love ideas more than men, / myself even less than ideas.”]

[weltenwellen]

Franny Choi, from "The Mantis Shrimp Speaks"

[weltenwellen]

Octavio Paz, from “Sunstone”, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “Europe on $5 a Day”, The Door

[weltenwellen]

Richie Hofmann, from "Breed Me"

[feral-ballad]

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”

[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]

[wedarkacademia]

(via violentwavesofemotion)

[wovi]

“You come out of the room where everyone is doing karaoke and ask why I’m ignoring you. I want to say something that suggests I’ve endured some exotic, indescribable torture but a completely mundane thing has happened, which is that you have stopped loving me.”

— Sarah Galvin, “Mystery Object,” from The Three Einsteins (via bostonpoetryslam)

[feral-ballad]

Sometimes, you just want / something so hard you have to lie about it, / so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, / how real hunger has a real taste.

Ada Limón, from Bright Dead Things; “Lies about sea creatures”

[greeksblog]

Love when you're clearly not suited for each other and love when it's doomed to fail and love when you feel it end before it begins and love when you both know all of this and love each other till it becomes tragic and love when it's the only thing you can do before you die and love when there's no point in doing anything else

[firstfullmoon]

Anne Sexton, from “Waking Alone,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]