I Recognize You By The Smell Of Rain

The world is slow to dissolve and leave us.

Matthea Harvey, Sad Little Breathing Machine

I am the fire, says the fire. My body is a graveyard,

says the landscape. You’re welcome, says the landscape.

- Richard Siken, Landscape with Several Small Fires

Maybe we do not cry about, but rather near or around. Maybe all our explanations are stories constructed after the fact.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

Richard Siken, Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors

in 2005, bon iver locked himself in a log cabin in wisconsin for a now-legendary vibe check

Nervous awe and apprehension are born out of proximity and attention. The greater the intimacy between these cultures and nature, the greater the tension. The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it.

Mary Ruefle, On Fear

we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

Richard Siken, Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede

the beauty’s really in the movement, in watching your mouth try to swallow despair.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

Death wanted to be this beautiful but we buried it

Garous Abdolmalekian, Sea tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey