March 2012
“When you put out your hand to touch me
you are already reaching toward an empty...”
– Adrienne Rich, from “Moth Hour”, posted on the the-final-sentence
When I realized that I posted this just before she passed away, I felt a peculiar sense of loss.
(via growing-orbits)
“I suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all.”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Parliament Hill Fields” (via proustitute)
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“It isn’t normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological...”
– Abraham Maslow (via psychotherapy)
“We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a...”
– Audre Lorde (via mmmajestic)
hateshiploveship:
It’s simple enough to wake from sleep with a stranger, dress, go out, drink coffee, enter a life again. It isn’t simple to wake from sleep into the neighborhood of one neither strange nor familiar whom we have chosen to trust. Trusting, untrusting, we lowered ourselves into this, let ourselves downward hand over hand as on a rope that quivered over the unsearched… We did this....
from Twenty-One Love Poems (Adrienne Rich)
XVIII Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I live the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your life for once, a tremor breaks the surface of your words. The story of our lives becomes our lives. Now you’re in fugue across what some I’m sure Victorian poet called the...
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning by Adrienne Rich...
sweatersandsass:
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. I want you to see this before I leave: the experience of repetition as death the failure of criticism to locate the pain the poster in the bus that said: my bleeding is under control A red plant...
