Fady Joudah, From The Poetry Collection [...], Excerpt Pub. The Yale Review [ID']

food from my dreams

an ongoing list

Glenn Miller; an alcoholic drink composed of bourbon, scotch, maraschino cherries and a slip of something literally golden.

Enoki Mushrooms; mushrooms brought in a plastic box-marinated with garlic, spring onion, soy sauce and chilli sauce.

Sushi mix; a combination of Indian food and sushi, shoved into a laptop fitted for that purpose. The entree consisted of a sushi bento box inside the laptop, while the mains-a larger bento box of more varieties (rice, soup, large sushi-all heavily saturated in colours) were outside the laptop in a similar crevice.

Pistachio macarons; macarons with pistachio filling, resemblant of the ones in Coles that I really wanted to try

Ramen rice; a mixture of ramen with traditional Indian rice and curry that I made for a friend.

Buffet course; the first course was this strange baked cream roast chicken in bread and when you opened it and the waitress also poured a little crouton soup. The second one was this beef dish that looked genuinely so extravagant—the beef was carved like a flower petal on top of the rest of the dish which was a mix between a tartare and something cooked with lots of fruits/vegetables and garnishing

[LATEST] Donut Pistachio Tiramisu; Two or three Krispy Creme donuts that were used as the lady fingers of a tiramisu. Pistachio crumble. The cream that used heavy cream, sugar that melted into cream and vanilla extract. Coffee powder. And I left TeeVee snacks on the counter but never used it.

Crowned dragon as tail-eater; two dragons forming a circle and, in the four corners, signs of the four elements. — Eleazar, Uraltes chymisches Werk (1760)

Uroboros. — Codex Marcianus

C. G. Jung, Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Volume 12: Psychology and Alchemy

Movies I think fit into the DA aesthetics II

CHAOTIC ACADEMIA

- Rushmore

- Igbo Goes Down

- What We Do in the Shadows

- The Double

- The Favourite

PUNK/GRUNGE ACADEMIA

- Blue Spring (2001)

- Brick

- Sound of Metal

- Nightcrawler

- Mystery Train

DARK ACADEMIA

- Hurrah, We Are Still Alive!

- Suspiria

- The Moth Diaries

- Phantom Thread

- Incense For the Damned

- The Red Violin

- Howl

- Eyes Without a Face

- Carnival of Souls

LIGHT ACADEMIA

- Picnic at Hanging Rock

- Daisies

- Cinema Paradiso

- The Crimson Permanent Assurance

- The Children’s Hour

ROMANTIC ACADEMIA

- Carol

- Portrait of Lady on Fire

- Vita and Virginia

- The Handmaiden

- Only Lovers Left Alive

- Orlando

han kang, winner of the nobel prize for literature, refused to celebrate because of the wars: 'With the war intensifying and people being carried out dead every day, how can we have a celebration or a press conference?'

toshiyuki mimaki, co-chair of Hidankyo, the A-bomb survivors’ group that won nobel peace prize, said: 'Gaza right now is like Japan 80 years ago' and had thought the prize would go to those working hard in Gaza, not to Hidankyo.

arundhati roy, winning the PEN pinter prize, in her speech at the british library: "Not all the power and money, not all the weapons and propaganda on earth can any longer hide the wound that is Palestine."

alaa abdel fattah, who was named PEN Writer of Courage by Roy, is in egyptian prison. but in 2021 his mother brought his letters from prison on gaza: Free Jerusalem; tranquil Alexandria, Bride of the Sea; Beirut, the Sheltering Tent — the symbols seem more real than the cities. But Gaza and Cairo are both cities that resist romanticization and so elude song. No one sings to Cairo, but it is the capital of the Arabs. No one sings to Gaza either, but it remains the indisputable capital of Palestine. Both are always present in a crisis. [...]

Do I have the right to dream of escaping to Gaza? Do I have the right to dream of a road to Cairo that passes through Gaza? Does a captive have the right to ask for help from the besieged? I know that these questions show how ancient I am, but I’m an Arab and Palestine’s always on my mind. And, in my defense, I’ll say that I refused to be humiliated in my country, and I never lowered my banners, and it should count that I stood in the face of my oppressors: an orphan, naked and barefoot, and my solace is that the tragedy I’m living is but my share of yours. I call out to you: you are always on my mind."

these are the things the brave and intellectual people of our time are saying. it is possible to be principled. it is always possible to be principled. it is also possible to be less than that—look around and you'll see it in all the writers and artists of our time who are abdicating their roles within humanity. we're living in a time of perfect clarity.

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

Tahini Al-Jamil saying ‘I had never felt quite so seen as when she saw me’ sounds like something straight out of a dark academia novel, where the protagonist is describing their ‘friend’ who they’re definitely NOT in love with

2025

DO IT SCARED

DO IT FOR THE JOURNEY

BECOME UNGOVERNABLE

CHANNEL THE OTHERWORLDLY

WRITE LOVE LETTERS TO YOUR FRIENDS

WORSHIP THE GOD OF LITTLE JOYS

LAUGH WITH YOUR THROAT BARED

TRUST THE SHARPNESS OF YOUR TEETH

DO NOT FORGET TO SCREAM

I’m fine

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