Free Me From My Longing

if the grief is unbearable is there another way to live with it that is not the same as bearing it?

- Judith Butler

“I drink to our ruined house To the evil of my life To our loneliness together And I drink to you— To the lying lips that have betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse To the fact that God did not save us.”

— Anna Akhmatova, Last Toast, trans. by Kate Farris and Ilya Kaminsky

how deeply faithless we are, which is

to say: how true we are to ourselves

- Marina Tsvetaeva

the body is and is and is and has no place to go.

Wisława Szymborska, Tortures tr. Regina Grol

The collective life that was manifested in war, worship, the forum, knew no division between what was characteristic of these places and operations, and the arts that brought color, grace, and dignity, into them.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments

- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol

let yourself be a living part of death

Garous Abdolmalekian, Forest tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

Remains of colour on temple columns.

I remember thinking my father was mean but knowing he was kind. I remember thinking my father was kind but knowing he was mean.

Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle

From the Wikipedia page about the Fermi Paradox: Given the high scientific probability for alien existence, why can we find no evidence of their existence whatsoever?