Despair Recognizes Its Own Ridiculousness
Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
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Of the moon all that's left is a stain upon the window.
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Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
“I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me. The world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign & re-create myself…”
All the bells say: too late.
John Berryman, Dream Song 29
“I drink to our ruined house To the evil of my life To our loneliness together And I drink to you— To the lying lips that have betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse To the fact that God did not save us.”
— Anna Akhmatova, Last Toast, trans. by Kate Farris and Ilya Kaminsky
Some of the first photographs ever taken inside the Lascaux caves (France, 1947).
Never finish a war without starting another.
Richard Siken, Birds Hover the Trampled Field
I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.
Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind
Look how much sadness you can make from showing sadness restrained.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
