Onedayiamgoingtogrowwings

man the bravest shit you can do in this world is love indefinitely

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

everything feels one room over

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.

Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor”

﹙ Text ID: I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.﹚

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

2024

EAT EMPTINESS IF IT EATS AT YOU

SYMPATHETIC MAGIC IS STRONGEST ON YOURSELF, YOU ARE YOUR ITERATED DOUBLE

(IT TAKES TIME)

YOU ARE SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE NETWORK OF THE SYSTEMS THAT AT ONCE GIVE YOU A LIFE AND MAKE IT YOURS; TO UNDERSTAND AND UTILIZE THEM WILL NOT IMPRISON YOU IN THE MONOTONOUS END OF YOUR DESPERATE-TO-COME-ALIVE POETICS AND UNRECREATABLE GESTALT MEANINGS BUT RENDER THE PHYSICS OF YOUR WORLD A REARTICULATABLE MEDIUM ON WHICH TO KNEAD AND BAKE THE RESTLESSNESS YOU ARE TRYING TO SEEK IN THE GLOW OF THE EMERGENCY EXIT, I.E., YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW THE NARRATIVE TO NARRATE

IT MIGHT HELP TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE RUNNING FROM

FLOODED PLAIN; HOLD FAST

INSIST ON A JOY THAT IS UNFORGETTABLE

REDUCE THE FREQUENCY WITH WHICH YOU LOOK BACK

KEEP DANCING