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in other news, my grandfather died yesterday. he was suffering from dementia and got physical four years ago when i last visited him. he was in and out of hospitals for a while. i was told there was some kind of tumor. they just dropped it on me nonchalantly. i feel nothing. i want to disappear and never be found.

Columbia student flashes the peace sign after being beaten by riot police at an antiwar demonstration, April 1968

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“Writing poetry is in itself translating, from the mother tongue into another, whether French or German should make no difference. No language is the mother tongue. Writing poetry is rewriting it. That’s why I am puzzled when people talk of French or Russian, etc., poets. A poet may write in French; he cannot be a French poet. That’s ludicrous. I am not a Russian poet and am always astonished to be taken for one and looked upon in this light. The reason one becomes a poet (if it were even possible to become one, if one were not one before all else!) is to avoid being French, Russian, etc., in order to be everything.”

– Marina Tsvetaeva to Boris Pasternak, from Letters: Summer 1926

you either get it or you gont

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