Not Me Romanticizing My Classes And Pretending I’m A Novelist In The 18th Century About To Publish

Longing is the absent chatting with the absent. The distant turning towards the distant. Longing is the spring’s thirst for the jar-carrying women and vice versa. Longing allows distance to recede, as if looking forward, although it may be called hope, were an adventure and a poetic notion. The present tense is hesitant and perplexed, the past tense hangs from a Cypress tree standing on its rooted leg behind a hill, enveloped in its dark green, listening intently to one sound only : the sound of the wind. Longing is the sound of the wind.

—Mahmoud Darwish, from “XIV”, In the Presence of Absence. Archipelago, 2011

ma makes one aware of the presence of absence. It’s the gap where the moonlight sifts through; it’s the space between two slate stones that guide your steps along a path; it’s the hollow where ghosts gather; it’s the pause in conversation, the ripe silence of the unspoken.

Nina MacLaughlin, from “The Dark Feels Different in November” , The Paris Review

#let nature heal us

kanye sleeping.

"Society often forgives the criminal; it never forgives the dreamer."

-By Oscar Wilde, THE CRITIC AS ARTIST

So I decided to look up what songs are turning 10 this year and I'm very *dabs* old and upset

“and kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea i shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud.”

“i have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that i am and then sink back into the ocean.”

THE SEA AS A PLACE OF BEGINNING AND ENDING

anne carson | geyser, mitski | rafael campo | ilya glazunov | slothrust | @ mild.moon on instagram | fernand braudel | bertil nilsson | a metamorfose dos pássaros (catarina vasconcelos, 2020) | fiona apple

I. “the vault” andrés cerpa II. “blood makes the blade holy” evan knoll III. “the sentence” anna akhmatova IV. “sweet the sound” clementine von radics V. vincent van gogh VI. “carnet de voyage” craig thompson VII. “v for vendetta” alan moore VIII. “highly logical behavior” john corey whaley

“We were walking the museum’s length and as we passed the artworks, I could’ve sworn I heard them weep because you were the masterpiece they couldn’t keep.”

— Me (JNH). Yes, you’re a masterpiece. (via shatteredjuveniledays)