love letter from lebanon

i've been searching for a reason to decry this landlocked mountainless place that has not seen the sea since the Cretaceous

I opened a door in El Dorado out back the oil museum looking for a gold that doesn't poison there was nothing but weathered buildings and wind in the trees a never-lived-in boom town as halcyon history

the Arkansas rushes past my feet down south in the places we took from the raccoon-eyed people and named after them as if that was suitable repayment this is not a place of honor no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here

i think walking through potato fields in the morning fog that this is a place of misunderstanding of misappropriating of mispronouncing and i feel justified in my targeted misanthropy but then i think it's not that simple it never is

i've found no golden cities my eyes were never masked i've harvested no crops i sit in a chapel marked by gods i don't believe in, and i am as far from the ocean that roars in my veins as it is possible to be

but the injustice did not start here or end nothing of the dishonor is unique to this place i am not better for being born of the sand and the sea i would not be worse if i'd been born of the prairie

i still haven't found a reason when the wind rides the prairie grasses the ocean finds me even here

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

– Audrey Hepburn

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

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(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

Natalie Wee, Least of all

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}