whisperthatruns · 1 year ago
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The world was very large. Then the world was small. O very small, small enough to fit in a brain. It had no color, it was all interior space: nothing got in or out. But time seeped in anyway, that was the tragic dimension. I took time very seriously in those years, if I remember accurately. A room with a chair, a window. A small window, filled with the patterns light makes. In its emptiness the world was whole always, not a chip of something, with the self at the center. And at the center of the self, grief I thought I couldn't survive. A room with a bed, a table. Flashes of light on the naked surfaces. I had two desires: desire to be safe and desire to feel. As though the world were making a decision against white because it disdained potential and wanted in its place substance: panels of gold where the light struck. In the window, reddish leaves of the copper beech tree. Out of the stasis, facts, objects blurred or knitted together: somewhere time stirring, time crying to be touched, to be palpable, the polished wood shimmering with distinctions--- and then I was once more a child in the presence of riches and I didn't know what the riches were made of.
Louise Glück, Vita Nova (1999), reprinted in Poems 1962–2012 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2012)
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romarisea · 10 months ago
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Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda.” [ID in alt text]
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daweyt · 10 months ago
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Louise Glück, from “Poems: 1962-2012; Persephone The Wanderer", published c. 2012.
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a-ramblinrose · 1 year ago
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― Louise Glück, from ‘Mitosis’        Poems 1962-2012
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ad-ya · 11 days ago
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feralchaton · 2 years ago
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change your form and you change your nature. And time does this to us.
Louise Glück | p.333 | Poems 1962-2012
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cythesuccubus · 5 months ago
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weltenwellen · 1 year ago
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Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012
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petaltexturedskies · 11 months ago
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Louise Glück, from Persephone The Wanderer in "Poems 1962-2012"
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mybigjacket · 1 year ago
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Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman interviews with Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns and Jonas Sima / Moonlight 2016 dir. Barry Jenkins / Fiona Apple, Second Bite interview by Craig McLean, The Guardian / Eighth Grade 2018 dir. Bo Burnham / Norman Rockwell, Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party / Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water” in Plainwater
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flowerytale · 1 year ago
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Louise Glück, from "The Wound", Poems 1962-2012
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gardenofafterthoughts · 2 months ago
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23/08/24
"Even before I was touched, I belonged to you;
you had only to look at me."
- Louise Glück; Poems 1962-2012, "The Burning Heart"
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daweyt · 10 months ago
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Louise Glück, from “Poems: 1962-2012; Persephone The Wanderer", published c. 2012.
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a-ramblinrose · 1 year ago
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― Louise Glück, from ‘Sunrise’             Poems 1962-2012
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ad-ya · 15 days ago
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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 years ago
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i never grew up with you and you're not my waiting room
Marjane Satrapi Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood / unknown / Clementine von Radics / Clementine von Radics / image (unknown) quote (Richard Siken Crush) / Louise Glück from Unpainted Door, "Poems 1962-2012" / unknown / image (unknown) quote (Phoebe Bridgers Moon Song)
i. Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
[ "What is childhood like? It's a little like dying, a little like being born. Which is to say, it's nothing you can remember, but you know there was blood." ]
ii. unknown
[ Floating cutout of a wolf on a black background. Text surrounds the image. "NOTHING WILL BE LEFT OF ME / BUT A MEMORY / BUT EVEN THAT WILL DIE OFF TOO" ]
iii. Clementine von Radics
[ "Every time a man yells / you are seven years old again / and he is packing that suitcase / once more. Picking you up by the neck, / teaching you obedience. To be soft, / like the belly of a fish / exposed to a knife." ]
iv. Clementine von Radics
[ "When I imagine myself I am barely there." ]
v. Richard Siken, Crush
[ The background image is of two black men standing face to face. The man of the left holds the back of the man on the right's head. They are posed intimately with their foreheads touching. The words are cut out like a collage and placed in the middle of the image. "he / touches / you, / like a / prayer / for which / no / words / exist, / and you / feel / your heart / taking / root / in your / body, / like / you've / discovered / something / you didn't / even / have / a name / for." ]
vi. Louise Glück, Unpainted Door
[ Screenshot of a tumblr post from @/weltenwellen "I remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere." Louise Glück from "Unpainted Door", Poems 1962-2012 ]
vii. unknown
[ "You can never leave home. / You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." ]
viii. Phoebe Bridgers, Moon Song
[ Edited collage. The background image is of a teenage boy laying on a pile of books while his dog lays with it's chin on his neck. The words are cut on paper at the top and bottom of the image. There are silver stars sporadically placed on the image. "so i will wait for the next time you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door" ]
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