[saintsebastiensbf]

Frank O’Hara, Autobiographia Literaria

[apocryphics]

J. Drew Lanham, Sparrow Envy: Field Guide to Birds and Lesser Beasts (2021) 

[virgin-martyr]

She had what's known as inner life and didn't know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails.

Clarice Lispector, excerpt from The Hour of the Star trans. Benjamin Moser

[wovi]

*

the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, The Selected Diaries

[theoptia]

“I would like my misery to be translated into the utmost beauty.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios; featured in the Selected Poems

[dk-thrive]

“Memorize places,” his uncle had told him. “Settle your eyes on a place and learn it. See it under the snow, and when first grass is growing, and as the rain falls on it. Feel it and smell it, walk on it, touch the stones, and it will be with you forever. When you are far away, you can call it back. When you need it, it is there, in your mind.”

― Tony Hillerman, The Ghostway (Harper & Row, 1984)

[poetic-lungs]

tremble if God forgets you tremble if God remembers you

— Eduardo C. Corral, excerpt of “Testaments Scratched into a Water Station Barrel”, from Guillotine

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[petaltexturedskies]

Ada Limón, “Instructions on Not Giving Up” in The Carrying: Poems (originally published in 2017)

[apocryphics]

Willa Cather, in a letter to Zoë Akins, November 21, 1932

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

― Frank O'Hara, Selected Poems

[funeral]

Rosario Castellanos, "Entrevista de prensa"

[orphic-mysteries]

“She kept changing back and forth. She kept pretending to die and then being resurrected. She was a strange one. One might say she had a calling. Death and then rebirth. A calling indeed.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Book of Folly; “The Ballet of the Buffon,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[vlindervin7]

“Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude.”

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf, January 8 1926

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[derangedrhythms]

If I shook you up then know that you shook me up because you are very intense and very beautiful and so are your words...

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters ⁠— Philip Legler, 28th April 1966