#adrianne kalfopoulou

[catmint1]

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[alienside]

orpheus but he's sisyphus

Ovid’s The Story of Orpheus and Eurydice (tr. Rolfe Humphries) / Spirited Away dir. Hayao Miyazaki / @mag200 / Jenny Diski, “Housewife” / Franz Wright, God's Silence / Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log” / Jon Ware, I am in Eskew / Kazimierz Wierzyński, “A Word of Orphists” (tr. Czeslaw Milosz) / @prisonhannibal / Aeschylus, The Oresteia / Ocean Vuong, Eurydice

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image 1: a quote from Ovid that reads: "And Orpheus received her, but one term was set: he must not, till he passed Avernus, turn back his gaze, or the gift would be in vain."

image 2: excerpt from the script of the film Spirited Away that reads: "Haku: But I can't go any farther. Just go back the way you came, you'll be fine. [highlighted] But you have to promise not to look back, not until you've passed through the tunnel."

image 3: a drawing, labeled in all-caps handwriting "a venn diagram of love vs. grief:". the drawing is a single circle.

image 4: an excerpt, highlighted and italicized, from Jenny Diski that reads: "People don't understand about repetition, do they? How it is at the heart (thump, thump, thump) of obsession; at the erotic centre (drip, drip, drip) of desire. You do, of course. Repetition is insatiability spelt sideways."

image 5: a quote from Franz Wright reading, "And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?"

image 6: a quote from Adrianne Kalfopoulou in red text, reading, "Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there"

image 7: an excerpt from Jon Ware that reads, "Here's my question. If the ghost wants nothing more than to be witnessed, why would it appear behind you, not in front of you? The only answer I can think of is this: [underlined] it appears behind you because it already knows, to an absolute certainty, that you will have no choice but to look back."

image 8: a quote from Kazimierz Wierzyński that reads: "I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that [highlighted] love is a constant terror of loss."

image 9: a screenshot of a tumblr ask from an anonymous user who says, "What's the point?" user prisonhannibal responds, "of what? it's love though".

image 10: two lines from aeschylus reading, "Orestes: This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning."

image 11: an excerpt from Ocean Vuong that reads, "Your absence has gone through me // Like thread through a needle. / Everything I do is stitched with its color."

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[hcartsicks]

ON GRIEF AND THE LOSS OF A BELOVED FRIEND

sufjan stevens // langston hughes // frank o’ hara // w. h. auden // han kang // theodore roosevelt’s diary // adrianne kalfopoulou // linda pastan // euripides // son lux

[llovelymoonn]

hi, my great-grandma unfortunately passed away today and im grieving heavily. i was very close to her. could you, by any chance, do a web weaving about grieving and if possible add anything about grandmas? absolutely no pressure and don't worry if not! have a lovely day/night 🤍

adrianne kalfopoulou a history of too much: "poem in pieces, a log" \\ darren sardelli one minute till bedtime: "our grandma kissed a pumpkin" \\ rainer maria rilke the book of images (via @faunary) \\ marlanda dekine my grandma told stories or cautionary tales \\ barbara crooker gold: "grief" \\ richard michelson battles & lullabies: "green bananas"

kofi

[deadpoetsnbooks]

— @fairycosmos // Adrianne Kalfopoulou

[tolerateit]

Poem in Pieces, a log by Adrianne Kalfopoulou

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[actualnymph]

top 5 favorite philosophies/quotes you live by? X

Philosophies…idk if I have Five 🤔 the only thing I can think of philosophy-wise is my dad being buddhist so a lot of that obvs resonates with me, I don’t think about it consciously but it def has affected me like 🤷‍♀️ ykwim that kind of vibe…and quotes hmm…five quotes that I live by:

1) “Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.” Angie Sijun Lou

2) “Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there” Adrianne Kalfopoulou

3) “Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house; as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.” Heath Ledger

4) “I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.” Anais Nin

5) “Don’t let me be misunderstood.” Nina Simone

[embeccy]

"Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there."

- Adrianne Kalfopoulou

It's okay to move on, just a lil reminder

- Embeccy

[wordsintheattic]

“Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there.”

-Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[heavensghost]

[lifeinpoetry]

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

Adrianne Kalfopoulou, from “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

quote from Adrianne Kalfopoulou

[missedstations]

“Ungodly” - Adrianne Kalfopoulou

You want to flee, but flee where? The urban concrete elsewhere does not seethe, does not breathe the scent of carob trees. Flee, you hear it everywhere, the taxi driver, the farmer at the laiki tell you, Go! and are puzzled that you are still here, you who could actually leave with your American passport. Pack your clothes, leave behind the ruined lives, translate home into longing, elsewhere you might lift your chin, live unburdened. The government, the Americans . . . no one cares, the taxi driver complains, and the farmer at the laiki selling you the sweetest pears, advises to keep them fresh,  Eat them cold, nearly frozen. He shakes his head, murmurs Ellada . . . , this ancient land of rock cliffs, seas that bleed their myths, Greece with its tales of flight and light, returns and rebirths, keeps teaching the stubborn human lesson still: the gods won’t save you, neither will you stop wishing it of them. After all, you are human and they are not.

[slagglasscity]

We are happy to announce that VOLUME 4 of our annual BIG CITIES/ LITTLE BOOK series is out now!

In this new edition—BE HERE NOW— you can pedal through Minneapolis with Lewis Mundt and a group of crust punk pedicab pilots; uncover what’s been hidden beneath Manhattan green with Danielle Bylund, consider refuge and displacement in Athens with Adrianne Kalfopoulou; extol the art of vandalism and signage from cities all over the world with Harry Wilson; and learn to be here now as Kathleen Livingston finds a place for queer youth in Detroit.

Information concerning obtaining your very own copy can be found on our website at http://www.slagglasscity.org/urban-folios/5726/

[tiaochan]

The rage passes This movement remains

Iana Boukova, from “Black Haiku”, tr. Adrianne Kalfopoulou, Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry, ed. Karen Van Dyck