Truth. What Ferocity In Your Quest For It. You Destroy And You Suffer. In Some Strange Way I Am Not With
Truth. What ferocity in your quest for it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
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I take the soil in
my clean fingers and to say
I weep is untrue, weep is too
musical a word. I heave
into the soil. You cannot die.
I just came to this life
again, alive in my silent way.
- Ada Limón, Invasive
We teeter / on the brink of time, you and I, he, she, / all of us, all so worthy of pity.
Maria Bigoszewska, tr. Regina Grol
I believe in ending sentences with a preposition in order to give the ideas a way out.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.
Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind
Never finish a war without starting another.
Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field
it’s been two days and i’m still obsessed with this answer from céline sciamma about portrait of a lady on fire
Death wanted to be this beautiful but we buried it
Garous Abdolmalekian, Sea tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
Ada Limón, Mowing
Dip your hands into that dark and believe whatever you touch.
Garous Abdolmalekian, The Bird of Reconciliation tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
I pray as if you existed.
Maria Bigoszewska, tr Regina Grol
