Sometimes, There Seems To Be A Halfway Point Between Where You've Been And Everywhere Else, And We Were

and the moon is the mouth of a lover

Garous Abdolmalekian, Acquiescence tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.

Ada Limón, Mowing

The light is astounding, a hammer.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

The overwhelming experience of tragedy is a disorientation expressed in one bewildered and frequently repeated question: What shall I do?

- Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us

A bird pecks at the corroded corner of the sky

Garous Abdolmalekian, Long Poem of Loneliness tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

The collective life that was manifested in war, worship, the forum, knew no division between what was characteristic of these places and operations, and the arts that brought color, grace, and dignity, into them.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

knuckle tats say FOUC AULT

the whole world around me expanding and contracting, visually and viscerally heaving.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

I take the soil in

my clean fingers and to say

I weep is untrue, weep is too

musical a word. I heave

into the soil. You cannot die.

I just came to this life

again, alive in my silent way.

- Ada Limón, Invasive

‘It is equally vain,’ she thought, ‘for you to think you can protect me, or for me to think I can worship you.’

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando