Kait | XXIV | PiscesThis is my personal commonplace book
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Pittsburgh Daily Post, Pennsylvania, February 20, 1927
The Pittsburgh Press, Pennsylvania, January 14, 1935
Corner of Liberty and Fifth Avenues 12:10 PM, Pittsburgh, ca. 1940
Liberty and Fifth, Pittsburgh, ca. 1940
Liberty Avenue, Pittsburgh, 1940
The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900
First born daughter playing therapist
Apology letters to anyone I’ve ever kissed
I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender
But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.
Trying to tame the electricity in my veins
Trazodone, Xanax, Abels and ‘caines
I think this weekend I’ll go on an alcohol bender
But at least drinks are free when you’re the bartender.
do you miss me like i miss you?
do you feel the same heartbreaking pain as i do?
or is it only me who feels this way?
I've been smoking cigarettes made from your veins huffing that pain worshipping your blood like it wasn't enough just to keep you alive needed it inside me to be a part of the prophecy which hums with power what I've become condensates in the shower a touch of evening air a balmy breeze through his hair that's all you think of me and think of me often? Hardly.
Words by me <3
Laika's still up there. not her body, sure, but her soul is. i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens. she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn's ring. she chases comets and bites down on satellites. i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet. passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur. eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames. she bobs through jupiter's moons like cold moscow streets. up there the stars are a great big field. and look, she's running so fast. god damn, look at her go.
ἀστέρων πάντων ὀ κάλλιστος (of all the stars, the fairest)
πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα, χρύσω χρυσοτέρα (far sweeter-sounding than the lyre, far more golden than gold)
τὰν ἰόκολπον (violet-tressed, one with violets in her lap)
ὦ κάλα, ὦ χαρίεσσα κόρα (o beautiful, graceful girl)
ἦρος ἄγγελος ἰμερόφωνος ἀήδων (nightingale, sweet-voiced messenger of spring)
“Dark and Fair” by Tadeusz Styka (ca. 1908) Marthe Barnède, nicknamed Madame Sappho, is ‘a stunning brunette, with hair the color of deep shadow,’ while Colette, her young and frail lover, is described as ‘a pretty girl with lily-white skin and light blonde hair that crowned her pale ivory forehead with a riotous golden halo. (source).
Come, shining lyre, speak to me--gain the power of utterance. ἄγι δὴ χέλυ δῖα μοι λέγε φωνάεσσα δὲ γίνεω. --Sappho, fr. 118
“Of course, she must be sleeping, sleeping deeply, wrapped in the darkness of that strange little world of hers.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Crawling out of the swamps where you buried me like the setting sun and the moon rises an enemy.
Carolina Outcrop. Never Trust a Woman Who Writes.
Wara! 2023 - oil on canvas — Krzysztof Powałka (Polish, b.1985)
https://www.instagram.com/k.powalka_oilpaintings