good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday
— Yves Olade, “Self Portrait as a Hairpin Turn”
09/03/21 • poem made from the handout for a lecture on the fragmentary historical sources and missing tomb of alexander the great
Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Good Fight”
[Text ID: How do you love? Like a fist. Like a knife. ]
MyOTHER TONGUE, Rosa Alcalá
i feel totally normal about this and the scope of my desire is completely average
Ophelia (2018) // November Nights, Arden Mae // House of the Dragon (2022-) // Persephone Returns, Emily Rose Cole // Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser // Mystery of Love, Sufjan Stevens // Fire with Fire (1986) // Spring and All, Cathy Park Hong // On-drakón (2015) // The Complex Sentence, Tony Hoagland // The Musketeers (2014-2016) // [from a letter], Sylvia Plath // 1883 (2021-22) // The Leaving Season, Jihyun Yun // Dorian Gray (2009) // The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Tennyson // Anne of Green Gables (1985) // Advantages of Being Evergreen, Oliver Baez Bendorf // Ophelia, John Everett Millais // Hamlet, William Shakespeare // Melancholia (2011) // Wild Geese, Mary Oliver // Revenge of the Sith (2005) // Summer Morning, Mary Oliver
June 1909 Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems
Holly Black, The Prisoner's Throne
[text: "I want," she says. "That's my problem. I want and I want and I want."
"What do you want?" he asks, voice soft.
"Everything. Charm me. Rip me open. Ruin me. Go too far."]
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
favourite additions
You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.
I must hope.
Hope is the eye-opener.
Hope is the little spark that brings total revolution.
I will behold my hope.
I will permit it to take root in me and around me.
And when it has gone past, I will continue to seek its path.
Where the hope has been, there will be life.
And I will join others in hope.
Nikki Giovanni, from Poem (for EMA)
Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On
happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !
"anything worth doing is worth doing badly"............."not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph"......goodnight (it's noon)
Goodbye, Eastern Europe: An Intimate History of a Divided Land, Jacob Mikanowski