lacrimae rerum

[kafk-a]

[dailykafka]

- December 17, 1910

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: December 17. Zeno, pressed as to whether anything is at rest, replied. Yes, the flying arrow rests. End ID]

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[weltenwellen]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

[waywardpandagiantfire]

Burnt Shadows, Kamila Shamsie

[firstfullmoon]

“Yet for all its coldness, there’s a tenderness in winter too, making us cover what we can no longer bare.”

— Carole Glasser Langille, from “Next Month Snow,” In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)

[waywardpandagiantfire]

[waywardpandagiantfire]

[waywardpandagiantfire]

writers and ways of living: Tess Gallagher+ Raymond Carver

[metamorphesque]

Every time I wrote your name, I lied. Every time I wrote your name, it was the truth.

1.Clarice Lispector | 2.Nickie Zimov | 3.Warsan Shire | 4.Pablo Neruda | 5.Madeline Miller | 6.Nickie Zimov | 7.Madeline Miller | 8.Vincent van Gogh | 9.James Joyce | 10.Nick Lantz | 11.Ocean Vuong | 12.Nickie Zimov | 13.Richard Brautigan | 14.Keaton St. James 

[waywardpandagiantfire]

awake in nanjing, xi chuan

[metamorphesque]

Steven Chung || Johan Laurentz Jensen || Wendy Cope || Rafael Romero Barros || Brenna Twohy || Daniel C. Chiriac || Jacques Prevert || Robert Spear Dunning || Brianne Allen || Joseph Decker

[mythologyofblue]

“To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.”

— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet 

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

She writes poems about not knowing, about          the anguish over knowledge, And when I was her age I felt the same way. I know that anguish.          I used to be pained especially Because I could not name the colors I saw, and I envied painters          their knowledge of pigments, I studied the charts of colors and I looked up the names—mallow,          cerise—in the dictionary, I examined the meanings of hue, shade, tone, tint, density,          saturation, brilliance, and so on, But it did no good. The eye has knowledge the mind cannot share,

Hayden Caruth, from “A Post-Impressionist Susurration for the First of November, 1983,” Tell Me Again How the White Heron Rises and Flies Across the Nacreous River at Twilight Toward the Distant Islands (New Directions, 1989)

[weltenwellen]

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

[existential-celestial]

Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo