Also similar to this, but does anyone have any reading recs on isolation, loneliness and paranoia that stems from it? Anything similar to how isolation breeds a rather burdening imagination, paranoia, further distance. Fiction, non fiction, articles, essays, poems; I'll take anything
I was listening to the audiobook of The Secret History and realised something: Lafourge says that Richard would be isolated from everyone from the campus once he joins Julian's class, which Richard dismisses. Despite him going to college parties and being acquaintances with Judy, he truly has no one but the classics group. This becomes incredibly evident in the winter he spends in Hampden, having no one to go to for shelter—the result of him choosing to be with the greek class. His isolation takes form of the cold he endured during that time because there is no one he can go to. In the end, it is Henry who saves him, pulling him back into the caverns of the group, and his alienation.
John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943
favourite poems of june
chase twichell the snow watcher: "hunger for something"
hester knibbe hungerpots (tr. jacquelyn pope)
jan beatty an eater, or swallowhole, is a reach of stream
sally wen mao the toll of the sea
peter everwine rain
rebecca lindenberg the logan notebooks: "poetic subjects"
john kinsella native cut wood deflects colonial hunger
katie peterson permission: "the truth is concrete"
linda hogan dark. sweet.: "innocence"
jános pilinszky (tr. george gömöri & clive wilmer) van gogh's prayer
david sullivan the day the beekeeper died: sulaymaniyah
sandra simonds you can't build a child
kari edwards bharat jiva: "ready to receive remains..."
george kalogeris rilke rereading hölderlin
philip nikolayev letters from aldenderry: "a midsummer's night stroll"
franz wright the raising of lazarus
erin belieu black box: "i heart your dog's head"
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: "the hawk's cry in autumn"
jonathan galassi north street and other poems: "may"
stanley kunitz the collected poems of stanley kunitz: "end of summer"
robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "a bird in the house"
liu xia (tr. jennifer stern & ming di) empty chairs
wilfred owen exposure
mahogany l. browne this is the honey
diane lockward the uneaten carrots of atonement: "for the love of avocados"
peter balakian ozone journal: "here and now"
(tw: miscarriage) kathryn nuernberger rag & bone: "translations"
ailbhe ní ghearbhuigh conriocht ["werewolf"] (tr. billy ramsell)
craig arnold meditation on a grapefruit
anzhelina polonskaya (tr. andrew wachtel) to the ashes: "a few words about van gogh"
support me
Death and Life, Gustav Klimt
do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.
“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”
— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)
"...in pronouncing the name, I had secured a sort of power over it, by the mere act of drawing it up out of my dreams and giving it an objective existence in the world of spoken things."
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time vol 1: Swann's Way, "Combray"
enver gortash and family home
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the asian american writers’ workshop just published 16 love poems by poets of palestinian heritage that were featured in the anthology we call to the eye & the night edited by hala alyan & zeina hashem beck
- velvet express ; walking with a silent acquaintance underneath a frozen blue night - siren noise; the sapphic pirate tragedy we’re all looking for - miserable bravado ; insanity before stage, what would be in a neo-noir/thriller movie of mine -trailing sleeves; missing the friends who have left you alone -rabbit holes; periods of a party
-the tearoom ; a slow day at a night cafe
-outline; songs for the speaker
No words can describe the pain I feel for my trans sisters who have to live in a world where women like jk rowling exist and write. No words. I will always protect you and be vocal and open about your struggles and about your beauty.