franz wright
@sketiana on tumblr // Clementine Von Radics, James // Nicole Homer, Underbelly // unknown // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own Kid // Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood // Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems; “In a dream”
grieving the person you used to be
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“The biologist Robin Wall Kimmerer, a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation, observes that the indigenous Potawatomi language is rich in verb forms that attribute aliveness to the more-than-human world. The word for “hill,” for example, is a verb: to be a hill. Hills are always in the process of hilling, they are actively being hills. Equipped with this “grammar of animacy,” it is possible to talk about the life of other organisms without either reducing them to an “it” or borrowing concepts traditionally reserved for humans. By contrast, in English, writes Kimmerer, there is no way to recognize the “simple existence of another living being.” If you’re not a human subject, by default you’re an inanimate object: an “it,” a “mere thing.” If you repurpose a human concept to help make sense of the life of a nonhuman organism, you’ve tumbled into the trap of anthropomorphism. Use “it,” and you’ve objectified the organism and fallen into a different kind of trap.”
— Merlin Sheldrake, Entangled Life: How Fungi Make Our Worlds, Change Our Minds & Shape Our Futures
"It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind."
—Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations
Matthew Dickman, from “Grass Moon,” in Wonderland [ID in ALT]
quotidian | haley tippmann
I remember life. There was so much. I held it all. I held it all.
Michelle Hulan, “The Universe, as in One Last Song for the Lonely Hearts”, Chestnut Review
the complete works: the diary, virginia woolf // erasure, zoë lianne // dandelion wine, ray bradbury // the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath // the women, kim addonizio // august, mary oliver // the moon and more, sarah dessen // high bridge park, carlie hoffman.
Audre Lorde, “Digging.” The Black Unicorn
I made one too
“It seems that my destiny is to die dreaming.”
— Stendhal, The Red and the Black
into the house with its blood-red bowels
my hand is empty now
“Dirty Leaves” Richard Siken // My Own Private Idaho (1991) // Sue Zhao // Evening - Maurice Pirenne // “Hurt” Johnny Cash // heavensghost // Happy Together (1997) // “The Touch” Anne Sexton
Polar bears take over a Russian weather station. Photograph: Dmitry Kokh