Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
ocean vuong talking about how he/him pronouns make him feel and how his gender is... literally so fucking true shout out to that guy he gets it
this from the paris review + his poem "beautiful short loser"
Ocean Vuong, from "Skinny Dipping", Time Is a Mother
Woodworking at the End of the World, Ocean Vuong
“Oh, you know, you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. And I think, you know, this is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this, to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life. And so, you know, it's– really, her absence is felt every day.
“And ever since I lost her, I felt that my life has been lived in only two days, if that makes any sense. You know, there's the today, where she is not here, and then the vast and endless yesterday where she was, even though it's been three years since. How many months and days? But I only see it in — with one demarcation. Two days — today without my mother, and yesterday, when she was alive. That's all I see. That's how I see my life now.”
-Ocean Vuong, NPR
Frustration / longing / love
All roads lead back to your middle school gymnasium
Fiona Apple/Shauna Niequist/Episode 7, I Am In Eskew/Tim Walker for Vogue Italia/ @mango-season /The Last Scene in the Movie, Eleanor Hsieh ( @wh0rism )/Saint Bernard, Lincoln/Working for the Knife, Mitski/Virginia Woolf/Ocean Vuong
"the touch," anne sexton
maggie nelson “that this exists makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it. to have seen such beautiful things. to find oneself placed in their midst” vs richard siken “it should be enough. to make something beautiful should be enough. it isn’t. it should be”
also ocean vuong “i want to insist that our being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. and so what? so what if all i ever made of my life always more of it?”
making art
stoned at the nail salon, lorde | the history of love, nicole krauss | working for the knife, mitski | tracy emin | ugly, bitter, and true, suzanne rivecca | laurie anderson | ocean vuong | joan tierney
from ocean vuong's stories
Ocean Vuong, from Daily Bread, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
on fathers
ocean vuong someday i’ll love \ kaye donachie against the mass of night \ nailone marta sketch \ agustin gómez-arcos the carnivorous lamb \ henrik uldalen \ richard siken war of the foxes (ii) \ @heavensghost \ barbara kroll \ @d0ll-part-s crossing the line \ eula bliss the pain scale \ david shelvino
"I miss all my friends, all the time, constantly"
Ocean Vuong, "Thanksgiving 2006" // @bmure's art // @alisonzai's art // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Broad City S05E09 // Brockhampton - Dearly Departed // Willie Nelson - He Was A Friend of Mine // Anone (drama)
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
“““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.””
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— Ocean Vuong, from “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”
“There’s a legend about a Chinese painter who was asked by the emperor to paint a landscape so pristine that the emperor can enter it. He didn’t do a good job, so the emperor was preparing to assassinate him. But because it was his painting, legend goes, he stepped inside and vanished, saving himself. I always loved that little allegory as an artist. Even when it is not enough for others, if it is enough for you, you can live inside it.”
— Ocean Vuong, from an interview with Zoë Hitzig in Prac Crit (via indeskidgepoetry)