culture, not violence

— Agnes Von Kurowsky in a letter to Ernest Hemingway, 1918

Mixte

Please.

Marilyn Monroe on the set of Some Like It Hot by Richard C. Miller, Los Angeles, 1958

Ljubičanstvenost

najteže se zaborave oni koji se slučajno upoznaju.

Bit ćete u srednjim dvadesetima

kada shvatite

da vrijeme curi,

da se kava hladi,

da cigara izgori

da je život jedan

i da se nećete vratiti,

ostvariti ono neostvareno,

da vam vozovi odlaze

dok vi stojite na krivim peronima

i pokušavate krojiti tuđe sudbine

dok vam vaša pred nosom

uporno daje onaj zadnji znak

za ukrcaj.

DECEMBER

chandrama deshmukh, a teaspoon of stars / claude monet, snow scene at argenteuil, 1875 / counting crows, a long december / anna mary ‘grandma’ robertson moses, snow ball / natalie diaz, manhattan is a lenape word / laetitia de haas, birds in a winter garden / fritz ward, love letter from inside fatherhood / nate klug, advent / serhiy shyshko, saint volodymyr’s hill / w. s. merwin, song of three smiles / charlotte joan sternberg, home through the pines ii / mike chasar, conches on christmas / alfred sisley, la maison sous la neige, 1878 / robert creeley, the door / claude monet, the magpie / sarah kay, winter without you

- Jacqui Germain

{Richard siken from the war of foxes/Doc Luben, Love Letters or Suicide Notes}

may these memories break our fall

During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.

“This was always going to happen.

She’s been dead since the beginning.”

- Aeschylus, Aeschylus: The Oresteia