Let Yourself Be A Living Part Of Death

Every moon will be a moon of surrender

Ada Limón, The Noisiness of Sleep

Thought and life are as the poles asunder.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing,

Plato, Ion tr. Benjamin Jowett

Beside the river are two things you never forget, that the moment you look at a river that moment has already passed, and that everything is on its way somewhere else.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I do not believe that there was ever a question of being abstract or representational. It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one’s arms again.

Mark Rothko, The Romantics Were Prompted... 

“Tell me what you know about the body, and I will tell you how it must turn against itself.”

— Seam: ‘Interview with a Birangona’ by Tarfia Faizullah

Not to act in this tragedy, but to live

Alicja Rybałko, Curriculum Vitae tr. Regina Grol

Never finish a war without starting another.

Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field

the precise sound of a flower bud

- Ross Gay, Weeping

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind