Mary Oliver, “I don’t want to live a small life” from Red Bird
being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out.
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip—
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
–William Carlos Williams, ‘Memory of April’
Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic gets close and personal with a lion.
“and all of a sudden you feel very small” damn right
IT JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED AND SAVED
please, if you are able, do what you can for the asiatic lion. donate, get involved, spread information. there are only about 300 left in the world, and they all live in Gir Forest National Park in India.
the african lion is also estimated to be extinct by 2050 due to habitat loss, sport hunting, and loss of their prey base to the bushmeat trade. these beautiful creatures could be extinct in our lifetime. the next generation may not ever have the chance to see these creatures, there will be no more cute lion vines, there will be no more documentaries, there will be no more zoos or sanctuaries containing lions. there will be no more lions.
if you have any love for nature, any love for animals, any love for life, and if you care at all about the permanent loss of a species, especially one so beautiful and iconic, if you care and if you are able, please donate to help save lions.
Not relevant to my blog, but my inner nature lover is calling
Kunikida Doppo, “The Sunrise” from Selected Stories of Doppo Kunikida
(via bsd-bibliophile )
« When someone says a song or a book or a poem saved their life, this is what they mean:
• it took me out of my brain for the one second needed to get back onto the planet
• it shot out a spark into the distance that I could then build a path toward
• it opened something up in my imagination.
Because suicide is the result of the death of the imagination. You forget how to dream up other possible futures. You can’t picture new maneuvers, new ways around. Everything is just the catastrophic present and there will never be a time this is not so. That is what kills you. What saves you is a new story to tell yourself about how things could be. »
— Jessa Crispin, The Dead Ladies Project: Exiles, Expats, and Ex-Countries
was anybody gonna tell me the author of Wicked has a husband & kids, or was I supposed to read that myself in a charming oprah article about their family life
i’d like to add that his book are exceptionally bisexual and hella fun. pick up anything he’s written, you’ll have a good freaky time
I just hope all the elpheba x glinda shippers out there know they were way more queer-coded in the book. there was canonical sexual tension, that’s all i’m sayin
I went to his book signing for Hiddensee and his daughter called him right in the middle of his speech. He answered it.
I got bored and made a uquiz
IrisWisdom, Friendship You’re too used to being the person to take care of everyone else. As a kid, people would tell you you had an “old soul,” but really you just had responsibility shoved onto you too young. But you hold onto people like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.
DaisyLoyal Love, Gentleness, Innocence You’re a quiet person, but you make yourself too small sometimes. You don’t like vulnerability and you’ve probably quite often been the friend that seems to always be thought of last.
“The [train] door of the compartment was open and I could see the corridor window, where the wires—six thin black wires—were doing their best to slant up, to ascend skywards, despite the lightning blows dealt them by one telegraph pole after another; but just as all six, in a triumphant swoop of pathetic elation, were about to reach the top of the window, a particularly vicious blow would bring them down, as low as they had ever been, and they would have to start all over again. When, on such journeys as these, the train changed its pace to a dignified amble and all but grazed housefronts and shop signs, as we passed through some big German town, I used to feel a twofold excitement, which terminal stations could not provide. I saw a city, with its toylike trams, linden trees and brick walls, enter the compartment, hobnob with the mirrors, and fill to the brim the windows on the corridor side. This informal contact between train and city was one part of the thrill. The other was putting myself in the place of some passer-by who, I imagined, was moved as I would be moved myself to see the long, romantic, auburn cars, with their intervestibular connecting curtains as black as bat wings and their metal lettering copper-bright in the low sun, unhurriedly negotiate an iron bridge across an everyday thoroughfare and then turn, with all windows suddenly ablaze, around a last block of houses.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited (p. 106)
Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women that a Movement Forgot features the incredible Mikki Kendall’s essays on the issues that feminism must refocus and reprioritize on in order to support and advocate for all women. This book included everything from how soda taxes tie into warped ideas about food, to how appropriation is pivotal to rape culture, to the tangled web of respectability politics, to the way that pro-life groups exploit pro-choice activists’ failure to meaningfully engage and advocate for disability rights.
This book is a much-needed primer to what intersectional feminism would actually look like, and what it means to be an advocate rather than an ally. It covers pivotal issues that feminists must prioritize and interrogate their own biases around, from housing to mental health resources to hunger. Kendall’s essays are intensely readable, although I admit to underlining and annotating quite a lot: I found it extremely educational, highlighting places where I need to work to educate myself further. This is a must-read for all modern feminists.
MASTER Official Trailer (2021)
Master follows the story of Olivia, a once-promising martial arts champion who is on a journey to guide her family to what she believes is a better life. Along the way, Olivia discovers that the life she is leaving behind is the one she should be fighting for.
produced by Peter Ramsey
The film is produced by Peter Ramsey the director of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse