adrienne rich, of women born: motherhood as experience and institution / alexandra levasseur - body of land collection, 2015 / ana teresa barboza - bordados collection, 2004 / margaret atwood, “europe on $5 a day” / tracey emin - it was all too much, 2018 / clarice lispector, a breath of life / gérard lartigue- femme bougie, 2018 / jenefer schute, life-size / louise bourgeois - i DISTANCE myself from myself, 2010 / wayne koestenbaum, “figure” / henrik uldalen - caries and surge, 2017 / andrés cerpa, “the vault” / jennifer’s body (2009) / enrico robusti- food, sex, & irony collection, 2014 / sylvia plath, the bell jar
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M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind X
Mary Oliver X
Richard Siken - road music
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert X
Ada Limón - The Carrying X
Nikki Giovanni - Mirrors X
“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes, the men – they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.”
— Warsan Shire, from “The House,” Her Blue Body
the name of the person you love is more than language
Patti Smith, Yusef Komunyakaa, Nicki Lantz, Claude McKay, Pablo Neruda, Marina Tsvetaeva, Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Tennessee Williams, James Joyce
buy me a coffee
I don’t know how to live in this world lightly.
Some memories I grip too tight,
Some crush my shoulders.
- This Anatomy of Melancholy #2 // L.H.Z
“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”
— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)
“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”
— Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón (via briannaswriter)