#Deborah Landau

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Goodbye, August.

{Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd/ Deborah Landau, "September"/ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov/ Daphne du Maurier, The Parasites/ Sylvia Plath}

[metamorphesque]

Deborah Landau, "September"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i love you like a rotten dog, i love you like my canines are falling out of my gums. like a monster, like a beast. like something not worth loving back.

Marie Lu The Young Elites / @/bloodyhellharry (on tumblr) from The Infamous Willow Prank, Part Three / Hélène Cixous excerpt from Love of the Wolf, "Stigmata: Escaping Texts" / @/thymoss (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf The Waves / Deborah Landau Soft Targets / Tory Adkisson Anecdote of the Pig

i. Marie Lu, The Young Elites

[ "So. Tell me, little wolf. Would you like to punish those who have wronged you?" ]

ii. @/bloodyhellharry

[ Pencil drawing of three panels of a comic strip. The first image is of a closed hatch. The second image shows the hatch being opened slightly. The third imagine is the largest. It shows a wolf with a large shadow, snarling at the cracked hatch. "IF HE'D GOT / AS FAR AS THIS HOUSE, / HE'D HAVE MET A FULLY GROWN / WEREWOLF" ]

iii. Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf

[ "The lamb loves its wolf. The wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. The lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force. The wolf is now the lamb's lamb and the lamb has tamed the wolf. Love blackens the lamb." ]

iv. @/thymoss

[ Messy sketch of the head of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of it's face, pointing away from it. "I will / remove my teeth, for I / want to remain / kind despite / my anger" ]

v. Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[ "I press you to me. / Come, pain, feed on me. / Bury our fangs into my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob." ]

vi. Deborah Landau, Soft Targets

[ "We are animal hungry down to our delicate bones." ]

vii. Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig

[ "Do you still believe myths / can save you? Foolish creature. / Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered." ]

[llovelymoonn]

deborah landau the uses of the body: "september"

kofi

[beguines]

Deborah Landau, from "The City of Paris Has You in Mind Tonight", The Uses of the Body

[potatoesandsunshine]

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

[lunchboxpoems]

DEBORAH LANDAU

[bibliomancyoracle]

narcissus blooms this day & somehow it’s still a thrill to wake, warmbodied alive.

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from “SKELETON” by Deborah Landau

[northwindow]

Deborah Landau, from Skeletons

[mumblingsage]

                                     darling, the comfort is slight, tucked in bed we search each other for some alternative-- oh let’s marvel at the world, the stroke and colors of it now, while breathing.

-from “Skeletons,” Deborah Landau

[sselenae]

You've Got To Start Somewhere

I had the idea of sitting still

while others rushed by.

I had the thought of a shop

that still sells records.

A letter in the mailbox.

The way that book felt in my hands.

I was always elsewhere.

How is it to have a body today,

to walk in this city, to run?

I wanted to eat an apple so precisely

the tree would make another

exactly like it, then lie

down uninterrupted

in the gadgetless grass.

I kept texting the precipice,

which kept not answering,

my phone auto-making

everything incorrect.

I had the idea. Put down the phone.

Earth, leaves, storm, water, vine.

The gorgeous art of breathing.

I had the idea — the hope

of friending you without electricity.

Of what could be made among the lampposts

with only our voices and hands.

Deborah Landau

[traigolaslluvias]

[violettesiren]

I’m on a bike and someone’s name is forming. The road is potholes the road is dust. Cruising the dirt, the meadow humming with bugs. Dust rising, tires crushing rock, bats ejecting from under the barn streaming the insected air the pulse life repeating life looping back slowing down getting longer though it didn’t and isn’t. A little letting go of fear. A little spittle in death’s eye. Don’t ask don’t think (I didn’t ask or think). Didn’t think don’t think. I remember giving in to it lying back and then little sprout of willow spray of the earth green of leaves the light coming down as if through a ferny veil dirty primal randomly animate and we are in it still.

from Late Summer by Deborah Landau

[noleavestoblow]

To be afraid of every edge, the falling off of it. Walking at night. Walking under the scaffolding, passing the spot where the kid lost his phone at gunpoint, where my daughter while walking to school past the trash and daffodils was actually in the moment truly happy.

-Deborah Landau

[beguines]

Deborah Landau, from "Mr and Mrs End of Suffering", The Uses of the Body