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plenty of emotions.
“I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.”
— Franz Kafka
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.
I confuse instinct for desire — isn’t bite also touch?
because you want to die for love, you always have
Georges Bataille, Guilty / The Lovers, Akseli Gallen / Richard Siken, Wishbone / Shakespeare, Pericles / scene from Eiichi Yamamoto’s Belladonna of Sadness (1973) / Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena / Safet Zec, 1943 | Allegories of Fate / Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem of the End: V / Carmen. Ill. Alastair. / Emily Brontë, from, “Wuthering Heights,” / Carmen. Ill. Alastair. / Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / Richard Siken
Could you do a mini-syllabus on growing apart? I really love how you do them!
by con-ti
Tiny Love Stories
Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.
Circe/Mud Poems in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″ by Margaret Atwood
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
“Never Give All the Heart” by W.B. Yeats
by William Steig
“Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath
For a second there, it really felt like I was going somewhere. by ebriosity
Parveen Babi, Suhaag, 1979.
Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz
[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]
Asli Naqli (1962)
on soulmates
f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok
Zeenat Aman - Ajnabee (1974)
“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
Moonrise Kingdom (2012) dir. Wes Anderson