Musings On April

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to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

Poem, Langston Hughes

I am DRUNK! So fun

5 April, 1927 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

Alice Notley, The Art of Poetry No.116

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole

- Carl Jung

Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

“The bowl of wild roses. The English knives and forks. Greek cigarettes. The battered and sea-stained notebook in which I rough out my poems.”

— Lawrence Durrel, from Prospero’s Cell: and Reflections on a Marine Venus (1945)

I do not know the name of the feeling that I have for you. But it is a special tenderness, something I have never felt until now, not for anyone.

— Gustave Flaubert in correspondence with George Sand; Croisset, 12 November 1866, Monday night, from Selected Letters