#fragments. – @anthropoetics on Tumblr

journal of an ordinary grief, mahmoud darwish

#words #mahmoud darwish #journal of an ordinary grief #my curations #'so that this ordinary grief may stop accepting being acceptable.'#fragments.

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soulmvtes

feral-ballad

Najwan Darwish, tr. by Kareem James Abu-Zeid, from Exhausted on the Cross; “Our Defeated Banner”

[Text ID: “If I could come back, / I wouldn’t come under any other banner. / I’d still embrace you / with two severed hands. / I don’t want wings in paradise, / I just want your graves by the river. / I want eternity at the breakfast table / with the bread and oil. / I want you— / earth, / my defeated banner.”]

#words #najwan darwish #fragments.

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swordheld

LIES ABOUT SEA CREATURES from ‘Bright Dead Things’ by Ada Limón

#words #ada limón #sometimes you just want #something so hard you have to lie about it #so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute #fragments.

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womaninterrupted

Here’s the true secret of life: We mostly do everything over and over. In the morning, we let the dogs out, make coffee, read the paper, help whoever is around get ready for the day. We do our work. In the afternoon, if we have left, we come home, put down our keys and satchels, let the dogs out, take off constrictive clothing, make a drink or put water on for tea, toast the leftover bit of scone. I love ritual and repetition. Without them, I would be a balloon with a slow leak.…Daily rituals, especially walks, even forced marches around the neighborhood, and schedules, whether work or meals with non-awful people, can be the knots you hold on to when you’ve run out of rope.

Anne Lamott, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair

#[...] can be the knots you hold on to when you've run out of rope.#words #anne lamott #fragments.

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firstfullmoon

Alex Dimitrov, “Tuesday”

#you can walk out /#tonight and feel totally new. /#all you need is the right pair of boots.#words #alex dimitrov #fragments.#to keep

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halcynth

o grey sky, please find within you a deeper pigment. even your blue now is only smoke. the grass turned green when i wasn’t looking, but the trees remain bare and the sky remains grey and even the lake is this sad sickly green. o world, won’t you change for me just this once? won’t you paint for me a scene worth living in? won’t you reach your earthly fingers into me and pull out this sorrow, replace it with anything else? if only you’d stop reflecting me i could stop seeing myself everywhere i turn.

BEE LB, from “Ode to This Grey Sky,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 58, August 2022)

#words #bee lb #if only you'd stop reflecting /#me i could stop seeing myself everywhere i turn.#fragments.#do you adore the green grass with its terror beneath?