#Mary ruefle

[havingapoemwithyou]

please read by Mary Ruefle

[sicknessinmotion]

YOUR DAD NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU, HE STOPPED SHOWING IT; ON FATHERS

simone de beauvoir // hera lindsay bird // jayn // eula biss // unknown // desireé dallagiacomo // mary ruefle

[poetrysmackdown]

[dreamy-conceit]

I asked my friend the translator, What was the first known act of translation in the history of mankind? His answer was, Probably something into or out of Egyptian. I thought about this for a while and ventured a certainty: No, I said, it was when a mother heard her baby babble or cry, and had to decide in an instant what it meant.

— Mary Ruefle, 'Short Lecture on Translation (Bat City Review, 2012)

[derangedrhythms]

Mary Ruefle, My Private Property; Personalia

[asoftepiloguemylove]

hi! could you do a webweave on realizing that you are a combination of your parents' worst? thx! ♡⁠♡

the word "father" rotted in my mouth

i hope this is what you were looking for !! some of these just about parental failure and this is really long but i have a lot of posts about parents lol. i hope you're doing well <33

Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) / wych elm Susan Smith / @filmnoirsbian Do Not Reply / Mary Ruefle Woodtangle / Julia Jacklin Less of a Stranger / Halsey I Would Leave Me if I Could: A Collection of Poetry / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / The Front Bottoms Father / @filmnoirsbian / pinterest / Warsan Shire How to Wear your Mothers Lipstick / Smoke Signals (1998) dir. Chris Eyre / Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong / pinterest / @extrasad

[firstfullmoon]

Mary Ruefle, in The Adamant [ID in alt text]

[typewriter-worries]

The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion | Dining Alone, Joseph Lorusso | Trances of the Blast, Mary Ruefle

[sicknessinmotion]

your father is your biggest wound.

li-young lee // the front bottoms - father // shameless (tv show - united states) // franz wright // mary ruefle // unknown.

[heavensickness]

Jamaica Kincaid // Mary Ruefle // Georges Bataille // Eduardo C. Corral // Ocean Vuong // Amatullah Bourdon

[luthienne]

Mary Ruefle, from My Private Property

[Text ID: Blue sadness is sweetness cut into strips with scissors and then into little pieces by a knife, it is the sadness of reverie and nostalgia: it may be, for example, the memory of a happiness that is now only a memory, it has receded into a niche that can not be dusted for it is beyond your reach; distinct and dusty, blue sadness lies in your inability to dust it, it is as unreachable as the sky, it is a fact reflecting the sadness of all facts. Blue sadness is that which you wish to forget, but cannot, as when on a bus one suddenly pictures with absolute clarity a ball of dust in a closet, such an odd, unshareable thought that one blushes, a deep rose spreading over the blue fact of sadness, creating a situation that can only be compared to a temple, which exists, but to visit it one would have to travel two thousand miles on snowshoes and by dogsled, five hundred by horseback and another five hundred by boat, with a thousand by rail.]

[vulnerableagendaofdeath]

You can feel the poetry rotting in your stomach.

— Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; "Abdication"

[havingapoemwithyou]

[pink sadness] by Mary Ruefle

[northwindow]

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Mary Ruefle, from “Dear Friends”