James Tate, “Stray Animals”

I am the act and the word. I have nothing. I am act and word. I have nothing.

Gianina Braschi

Ana María Rodas

If time dies I will be I again and you will be you.

Fanny Carrión de Fierro, If Time Waits

Fanny Carrión de Fierro, about her poetry

//from Where light was born: a personal anthology of selected poems by Fanny Carrión de Fierro ; translated by Sally Cheney Bell//

And the sun was born over the silence of unconquerable space.

Fanny Carrión de Fierro, Heart of time

Nancy Morejón, Angela Dominguez, ever present

They tell me I live on a cloud and I agree but it is not that simple anymore

Nancy Morejón, A Tame and Ferocious Animal

“We work all the year - round to have the joy’ of holidays. When these come round we feel ‘obliged’ to ‘enjoy’ the fact that we are on holiday. A form of torture like any other. The same goes for Sundays. A dreadful day. The rarefaction of the iliusion of free time shows us the emptiness of the mercantile spectacle we are living in. The same empty gaze alights on the half empty glass, the TV screen, the football match, the heroin dose, the cinema screen, traffic jams, neon lights, prefabricated homes that have completed the killing of the landscape. To seek ‘joy’ in the depths of any of the various ‘recitals’ of the capitalist spectacle would be pure madness. But that is exactly what capital wants. The experience of free time programmed by our exploiters is lethal. It makes you want to go to work. To apparent life one ends up preferring certain death. No real joy can reach us from the rational mechanism of capitalist exploitation. Joy does not have fixed rules to catalogue it. Even so, we must be able to desire joy. Otherwise, we would be lost.”

Alfredo M. Bonnano, (Armed) Joy

To young poets,Mahmoud Darwish

6. the future is already over, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have anywhere else to go

from ‘We Were Never Meant to Break Like This’ in This Wound Is a World, by Billy-Ray Belcourt (via poetrywillsaveme)

“I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”

— Anais Nin - from a diary entry dated March 25, 1933 featured in The Diary of Anais Nin: Volume 1.1931-1934:

Ingmar Bergman’s original shooting script for Persona.

Anne Sexton, interview with Gregory Fitz Gerald, p. 201

'I Am Not Ready to Die Yet', by Aracelis Girmay

after Joy Harjo I am not ready to die yet: magnolia treegoing wild outside my kitchen window& the dog needs a house, &, by the way,I just met you, my sisters & Ihave things to do, & I needto talk on the phone with my brother. Plant a tree.& all the things I said I’d get better at. In other words, I am not ready to die yetbecause didn’t we say we’d have a picnicthe fi rst hot day, I mean,the fi…

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Sandra Cisneros, ‘Bien Pretty’ from Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories

— Mahmoud Darwish, Poetic Regulations