if the grief is unbearable is there another way to live with it that is not the same as bearing it?
- Judith Butler
Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire The Consumes All Before It
Cy Twombly, 1978
Oil, oil crayon, and graphite on canvas
Photo taken from the Philadelphia Museum of Art
in 2005, bon iver locked himself in a log cabin in wisconsin for a now-legendary vibe check
the poet paralyzed with fear lying in a hammock on a beautiful day—unhappy man in a happy world—does not suffer any less when he looks around him; he does not cease to suffer, he only ceases to try to understand.
Mary Ruefle, On Fear
There is a solitude in this world
I cannot pierce. I would die for it.
- Ada Limón, Drowning Creek
The first thing you ever did was cry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
A bird pecks at the corroded corner of the sky
Garous Abdolmalekian, Long Poem of Loneliness tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
'I'll go.' But he doesn't go. He uses the future not the present tense
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
He lives in a small country of hope which is his heart.
Anne Carson, Kinds of Water
it’s been two days and i’m still obsessed with this answer from céline sciamma about portrait of a lady on fire