Louise Glück, from Vita Nova: “The Burning Heart”

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück

LOUISE GLUCK

لويز غليك

pinterest // Richard Siken Anyway // Doyoung & Jungwoo for NCT 127 HIT THE STATES (via 채널 NCT DAILY) // Louise Glück Crossroads // Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem // 엔하이픈 ENHYPEN 10 Months // Trista Mateer // Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins // Virginia Woolf Flush (via @wherepoetsdie) // Sade Andria Zabala Coffee and Cigarettes // 방탄소년단 BTS Trivia 承： Love

by Louise Glück

On Kisses

Succession 3x7 || The Encounter, by Louise Glück || The Kiss, Auguste Rodin || GPS, Shauna Barbosa || The First Kiss, Salvador Viniegra y Lasso de la Vega || The Kiss, Gustav Klimt || Anita Ofokansi

I feel most relationships to me are situationships and I always leave sad it never got to be an actual relationship and I feel used and lonely in my grief can I get a web weaving capturing those feelings?

louise glück ararat: "the untrustworthy speaker" \\ victoria hannan kokomo \\ richard siken crush: "litany in which certain things are crossed out" \\ william butler yeats aedh wishes for the cloths of heaven \\ matsuyama miyabi \\ regina spektor december \\ alexandra levasseur \\ richard siken crush: "litany in which certain things are crossed out"

kofi

'metamorphosis', the triumph of achilles, louise glück / supernatural (2005-2020) cr. eric kripke

Poet Claire Hong shares a memory of Louise Glück on Twitter/X

Louise Glück, from"Winter Recipes From The Collective: Poems"

RIP Louise Gluck

spring

after Louise Gluck

it’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t we only just nineteen, tonya & i, wasn’t she only just alive, long-limbed & cross-legged on my dorm room floor, wasn’t it springtime of a year so unlike this one, thirteen years past, cool nights in line outside the nuyorican hoping to make it on the list, wasn’t it a friday night like this one & the only people i wanted to love were poets, earrings swaying against their necks, dancing in the dark of the room where we all knew each other’s secrets, weren’t we all just at that party, wasn’t i only just eighteen, pointed northward on a chinatown bus to that city, to watch ai elo onstage at the apollo, wasn’t she only just alive, smoking with camonghne, asking me my favorite song, cackling on the apartment floor, on the air mattress we used as a couch, how is it that it was long ago, how is it i am on the other side of it, long ago, how did i leave that city, that time when we were all together, everyone alive, wasn’t the dream to be a poet, wasn’t the plan to live forever, our powers newly acquired, newly in love with what we could do, didn’t we all belong to each other, to that work, going after to the pizza shop to recite what we’d memorized, weren’t we all just there, wasn’t it warm outside, wasn’t the road long & clear, isn’t it early still, isn’t it late, & why am i still here, did i survive or was i left behind, & what season is it that we are no longer together & some of us have gone?

SOFIA ELHILLO

لويز غليك

i never grew up with you and you're not my waiting room

Marjane Satrapi Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood / unknown / Clementine von Radics / Clementine von Radics / image (unknown) quote (Richard Siken Crush) / Louise Glück from Unpainted Door, "Poems 1962-2012" / unknown / image (unknown) quote (Phoebe Bridgers Moon Song)

i. Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood

[ "What is childhood like? It's a little like dying, a little like being born. Which is to say, it's nothing you can remember, but you know there was blood." ]

ii. unknown

[ Floating cutout of a wolf on a black background. Text surrounds the image. "NOTHING WILL BE LEFT OF ME / BUT A MEMORY / BUT EVEN THAT WILL DIE OFF TOO" ]

iii. Clementine von Radics

[ "Every time a man yells / you are seven years old again / and he is packing that suitcase / once more. Picking you up by the neck, / teaching you obedience. To be soft, / like the belly of a fish / exposed to a knife." ]

iv. Clementine von Radics

[ "When I imagine myself I am barely there." ]

v. Richard Siken, Crush

[ The background image is of two black men standing face to face. The man of the left holds the back of the man on the right's head. They are posed intimately with their foreheads touching. The words are cut out like a collage and placed in the middle of the image. "he / touches / you, / like a / prayer / for which / no / words / exist, / and you / feel / your heart / taking / root / in your / body, / like / you've / discovered / something / you didn't / even / have / a name / for." ]

vi. Louise Glück, Unpainted Door

[ Screenshot of a tumblr post from @/weltenwellen "I remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere." Louise Glück from "Unpainted Door", Poems 1962-2012 ]

vii. unknown

[ "You can never leave home. / You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." ]

viii. Phoebe Bridgers, Moon Song

[ Edited collage. The background image is of a teenage boy laying on a pile of books while his dog lays with it's chin on his neck. The words are cut on paper at the top and bottom of the image. There are silver stars sporadically placed on the image. "so i will wait for the next time you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door" ]

“Aperitivo,” Hannibal | “Digestivo,” Hannibal | Phoebe Bridgers, “Killer” | Sylvia Plath, “Poem for a Birthday: Who” | Erica Jong, “Where it Begins” | Mitski, “Abbey” | Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror | Li-Young Lee, “The Cleaving,” from The City In Which I Love You | deleted lines from “Ouef,” Hannibal | Ada Limón, “Lies About Sea Creatures,” from Bright Dead Things | Simone Weil, Waiting for God | Louise Glück, “Timor Mortis,” from Vita Nova | Catherynne M Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams | “The Wrath of the Lamb,” Hannibal | Anne Carson, “To Compostela,” Plainwater