me, I don’t exist to impress anyone. i exist only in the hopes that if mary oliver knew me she would classify me as the kind of person who is a suitable companion to walk into the woods with and perceive crickets and trees and silence together with
can’t believe that a man directed pride & prejudice 2005 and did that good of a job with it like damn, joe wright, way to be a romantic. way to channel jane austen & cause swooning. way to actually create quality romance cinema in a manner that thousands of people will connect with and cherish for years afterwards
I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
good care of myself. The weather is perfect. I read and walk all day and then walk to the sea. I expect to swim soon. For now I am content. I am not sure what I hope for. I feel I am doing my best. It reminds me of when I was sixteen dreaming of Lorca, the gentle trees outside and the creek. Perhaps poetry replaces something in me that others receive more naturally. Perhaps my happiness proves a weakness in my life. Even my failures in poetry please me. Time is very different here. It is very good to be away from public ambition. I sweep and wash, cook and shop. Sometimes I go into town in the evening and have pastry with custard. Sometimes I sit at a table by the harbor and drink half a beer.
7″x 10“ Acrylic Ink, color pencil, gold leaf and acrylic gouache on Arches 300 grs paper.
The ritual is a series of images that revolves around one’s perception through the eyes of someone equal. One’s perception can be prey to the quietness of a dance, a pair of watchful eyes, a soild that clung to our shoulders or some ornaments decorating our eyes.”
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i love this because it’s such a simple concept but it answers things i didn’t even know how to ask
Looking out of people’s windows is such a peaceful way of travelling… I got a snowfall in Argentina, a nice sea view in Ukraine, a clothes line in the fog in Bangalore. Antonella from Tavernaro, I like your wooden bird.
those poems where they spend 2/3rds of it indirectly communicating a thing and you figure out what the point is and you think the author is too shy or weak to declare it but then they come right out and say it just before their lines end? and it almost takes your breath away because oh, “things are like other things, but oH this is The Thing, ohh they said it”? ya, those poems are the shit
Resenting the male gaze but also being obsessed with how you’re perceived by others
Margaret Atwood /// Susan Sontag /// Real Men - Mitski /// Shame is an Ocean I Swim Across - Mary Lambert /// Birds of Prey (2020) /// post by jitterati /// Liquid Smooth - Mitski /// Jennifer’s Body (2009) /// Bravado - Lorde /// Diagnosis - Cynthia Cruz
friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of.