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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
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𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
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theshatterednotes · 18 days
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I appreciate one shouldn't write to the dead, but you know perfectly well that sometimes writing to the dead is an excuse, it's an elementary Freudian truth, because it's the quickest way of writing to oneself, and so forgive me, I am writing to myself, even though perhaps I am writing to the memory of you I keep inside me, the mark you left inside me, and hence in a certain sense I really am writing to you…
– Antonio Tabucchi, from “The Archives of Macao,” The Flying Creatures of Fra Angelico (Archipelago Books, 2013)
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I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning. Oh, motions of tenderness!
Mary Oliver, from "Loneliness" in Blue Horses
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theshatterednotes · 19 days
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Shiotani Teikô (Japanese, 1899-1988) Waves 1937 Gelatin silver print 11 3/4 x 14 3/4 in. The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston
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Theodore Roethke, from "In a Dark Time", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]
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Sylvia Plath, "The Rival." Ariel
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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Dudley Randall, US poet
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“An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.”
— Lawrence Durrell, from Monsieur (Viking Press, 1975)
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the light of love — for @brown-little-robin's clone Eight OC
Anne Carson // Helen Oyeyemi // Edvard Munch // Mary Oliver // via Pinterest // Andrew Osenga // via Pinterest // Mary Oliver // James Carroll Beckwith × The Mountain Goats (via @mountainqoats) // Andrew Peterson
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“Literate training encourages a heightened awareness of personal physical boundaries and a sense of those boundaries as the vessel of one’s self. To control the boundaries is to possess oneself. For individuals to whom self-possession has become important, the influx of a sudden, strong emotion from without cannot be an unalarming event, as it may be in an oral environment where such incursions are the normal conductors of most of the important information that a person receives.
When an individual appreciates that he alone is responsible for the content and coherence of his person, an influx like eros becomes a concrete personal threat.
So in the lyric poets, love is something that assaults or invades the body of the lover to wrest control of it from him, a personal struggle of will and physique between the god and his victim. The poets record this struggle from within a consciousness—perhaps new in the world—of the body as a unity of limbs, senses and self, amazed at its own vulnerability.”
- Anne Carson, Eros the bittersweet.
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Chihei Hatakeyama | Blue Light | Void XXV
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theshatterednotes · 25 days
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In me too, in me too, part as I was of the living, breathing universe, there still glowed the mysterious volcanic core of all earthly things, a volcano that sometimes erupts in whirling spasms of desire. I too lived, I was alive, I was a human being with hot, pernicious lusts. The storm of passion had flung wide a door, depths had opened up in me, and I was staring down at the unknown in myself with vertiginous joy. It frightened and at the same time delighted me.
– Stefan Zweig, from “Fantastic Night,” The Collected Stories (Pushkin Press, 2013)
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Stig Dagerman, "Do We Have Faith in Humankind?" (trans. Lo Dagerman & Max Levy) [ID'd]
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