“The wild animal removed from its forest home sleeps, dreams of the equator of its birth, trembles in its sleep, its dream of sunlight, weeps.”
Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964
“Transparence interests me, wrote Louise Bourgeois in a notebook. I want to be transparent. If people could see through me, they could not help loving me, forgive me.”— Nuar Alsadir, from Fourth Person Singular
Hypochondria has never really forgiven Zeus for not asking her to help make language for the humans. There are too few words for “stop,” she thinks. People need at least one for when it’s playful, one for when it prevents pain.
— Emily Paige Wilson, from “Hypochondria, Least Powerful of the Greek Gods (iii),” published in The Cortland Review
(Source: cortlandreview.com)
“Poetry made visible what my body already knew.”— Andrés Cerpa, from “Therefore,” published in Ploughshares
(Source: blog.pshares.org)
“She dreams and reads, aloud because it is good aloud, with only the sun listening in a great core of golden silence.”— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Gordon Lameyer wr. c. February 1954
grocery shopping as a form of therapy
@honeyangelbaby (!)
“maybe I mistake the violence for home”— Julian Randall, from “Leslie Odom Jr. Sings Obama’s Anger on NPR” published in The Adroit Journal
(Source: theadroitjournal.org)
