Grass

I know nothing but miracles

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu

[thirdity]

“Art is dead, not only because its critical transcendence is gone, but because reality itself, entirely impregnated by an aesthetic which is inseparable from its own structure, has been confused with its own image. Reality no longer has the time to take on the appearance of reality. It no longer even surpasses fiction: it captures every dream even before it takes on the appearance of a dream.”

— Jean Baudrillard, Simulations

[apocryphics]

YK Kim

[apocryphics]

Emily Dickinson

[sayammm]

Mom says it’s my turn now to post my favorite dynamics 🙂

[cowboylikesubai]

i can't breathe when i think about it too much.

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness / unknown / F. Scott Fitzgerald, Benediction / Taylor Swift, exile / @/free-my-mindd / Zhenya Katava & Neus Bermejo / unknown / Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak / C.C.Aurel / Florence + The Machine, I'm Not Calling You A Liar

[headlesssamurai]

                  ◓                  Here in this silence I wonder at the shadows How can the universe Be so vast and populous So full of majesty While a single little soul Shall feel so harshly alone?                  侍          

[ailbey]

[apoemaday]

Circe's Power

by Louise Glück

I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs.

I'm sick of your world That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men; Undisciplined life Did that to them. As pigs,

Under the care of Me and my ladies, they Sweetened right up.

Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness As well as my power. I saw

We could be happy here, As men and women are When their needs are simple. In the same breath,

I foresaw your departure, Your men with my help braving The crying and pounding sea. You think

A few tears upset me? My friend, Every sorceress is A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you

I could hold you prisoner.

[sunsounds]

“I have read your poems with my door locked late at night and I have read them on the seashore where I could look all round me and see no more sign of human life than the ships out at sea: and here I often found myself waking up from a reverie with the book open before me. I love all poetry, and high generous thoughts make the tears rush to my eyes, but sometimes a word or a phrase of yours takes me away from the world around me and places me in an ideal land surrounded by realities more than any poem I ever read.”

— Bram Stoker, from a letter to Walt Whitman; Feb. 8, 1872. (via xshayarsha)

[aseaofquotes]

Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Wudang exercise for angry people on douyin

[wherethewindscametolife]

Everytime after a class with a dumb professor, I am going have an exercise session from now on.

[metamorphesque]

"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

[metamorphesque]

💌 poems for the month of love 💌

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)

A Kiss on the Forehead by Marina Tsvetaeva

Love by Joseph Brodsky

Your Unripe Love by Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Love poem by Tishani Doshi 

Maybe Under Some Other Sky by Willie Perdomo

Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Our Story by William Stafford

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

[metamorphesque]

— Wait For Me, Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)  

[text ID: Wait for me and I’ll come back! / Wait with all your might! / Wait when dreary yellow rains / Tell you nothing’s right; / Wait when snow is falling fast; / Wait when summer’s hot; / When no one waits for other men / And all the past’s forgot! / Wait when those that wait with you / Are bored and tired and glum, / And when it seems, from far away, / No letters ever come! / Wait for me and I’ll come back! / Wait in patience yet / Pay no heed when they repeat / That you should forget; / And when my mother and my son / Give up on me at last / And friends sit sadly round the fire / And talk about the past / And drink a bitter glass of wine / In memory of me – / Wait! No rush to drink with them! / Tell them to wait and see! / Wait for me and I’ll come back, / Escaping every fate! / ‘Just got lucky!’ they will say, / Those that didn’t wait. / They will never understand / How, amidst the strife, / By your waiting for me, dear, / You had saved my life! / Only you and I will know / How you got me through! / Simply – you knew how to wait! / No one else but you!]

[bent-nablus]

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Donna Tartt