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everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

like this Changed Me

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Plainwater, Anne Carson

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from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

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Mila von Luttich (Austrian, 1872 - 1929)

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— CZESŁAW MIŁOSZ, translated from the Polish by the author.

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KAT GIORDANO

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Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

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““When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are buried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mold the dust of both of us into the same clay.””

— Rubaiyat, Omar Khayyam

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It is a serious thing / just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in the broken world.

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David Whyte, “Self Portrait”

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if u are ever stuck in a story u need to remembr that a piece of paper is quite generously proportioned in the x and y directions. so if you tryto escape a story by living it youll keep going and going a long time and never make it out. but in the z direction it is tightly limkted. so you simply need to stack stories on stories on stories until the page bursts and you r free. scheherazade knew this

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obsessed with stories where you can never go home

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PROCESSIONAL

If there is a world, let me be in it.

Let fires arise and pass. The sky fill with evening air

then sink across the woodlots and porches,

the streams thinning to creeks.

In winter there will be creatures half-locked in ice, storms blown through iron grates, a drug of whitest ardor.

Let the old hopes be made new.

Let stacks of clouds blacken if they have to

but never let the people in this town go hungry. Never let them fear cold. If there is a world,

let it not be temporary, like these vague stars.

Let us die when we must. And spinelessness

not overtake us, and privation,

let rain bead across tangled lavender plants.

If there is a world where we feel very little,

let it not be our world. Let worth be worth

and energy action-let blood fly up to the surface skin.

If you are fierce, if you are cynical, halfhearted, pained-

I would sit with you awhile, or walk next to you, and when we take leave of each other after so many years,

the oaks will toss their branches in wheels of wind

above us-as if it had mattered, all of it,

every second. If there is a world.

Joanna Klink

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Mary Oliver, Everything

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love finds you in the middle of a field

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Kuebiko (久延毘古) is the Shinto kami of folk wisdom, knowledge and agriculture, and is represented in Japanese mythology as a scarecrow who cannot walk but has comprehensive awareness.

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