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journey to the interior, margaret atwood
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Louise Glück, from “Averno.”
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— Oscar Wilde
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To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Sappho | Leonardo Bistolfi | Safet Zec | Richard Siken | Brokeback Mountain (dir. Ang Lee) | Emery Allen | Ron Hicks | Jorge Luis Borges | Holly Warburton | Richard Siken | Joseph Lorusso
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What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin
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Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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TO BE MADE AND REMADE IN A LOVER’S HANDS
Natalie Diaz, ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’ Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (trans. Barrows & Macy) Auguste Rodin, Cathedral & Combinations Audre Lorde, ‘On a Night of the Full Moon’ Margaret Atwood, Power Politics James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
some quotes from this year’s (re)readings (so far) that have made me feel held in some way:
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison / from: Self Portrait Against Red Wallpaper, Richard Siken / The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood / My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Ottessa Moshfegh
(From my twitter)
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Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence
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“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
— Voltaire, Candide
𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
Joan Didion, South and West
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not to be all [i love you till my breathing stops i love you till you call the cops on me] [it’s rotten work not to me not if it’s you] [i can take care of myself just fine. no. what do you mean no? no] [one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i’m on baby] [i will do anything whatever she wants] [is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?] [you want to die for love you always have] [love for you is not like the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying] but i want a love full of devotion
“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
—Jhumpa Lahiri, from Interpreter of Maladies
“God, I have touched the living face of a person I love with the same hands I have touched the dying face of someone I love and none of that seems fair.”
—Hanif Abdurraqib, On Seatbelts and Sunsets (source)
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Maybe the ache will never find a way to cease, and perhaps for all my balming with words I am merely wasting time. But you are the waves and I am the shore—each will find their way home once more.