Is It Anyone’s Fault That I Who Was Once Innocent As The Whitest Silk In Constellations Of Stars Would

“Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes Loving me in secret.”

— James Wright, “Milkweed,” from The Branch Will Not Break (Wesleyan University Press, 1972)

Mary Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

on desire, on needs. november/december.

the crane wife by cj hauser // speeches for dr frankenstein by margaret atwood // the crane wife by cj hauser // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // the crane wife by cj hauser // a hunger like no ther by sk osborn // cover of war of the foxes by richard siken, art by david de la heras // hunger makes me by jess zimmerman // i had to get out by indigo de souza

Bedtime Stories. Juila Banas photographed by Stefano Galuzzi for The Edit, March 9, 2017.

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

Artists who know how to draw armors or very detailed clothing are powerful

Renée Vivien, tr. by Margaret Porter & Catharine Kroger, from The Muse of the Violets: Poems; “Sonnet”

[Text ID: “I do not anymore wish to see / The world except through the veil / Of your hair,”]

— clair de lune, tathève simonyan         

[text ID: i want a “waking up naked under dusty pink silky sheets” scene: / sunlights of hair cascading over the ivory of my back / untethered strands connecting beauty marks / my own constellation of starlight / and as the morning light sashays in / through the cracks / of this chain of blinds / and as this body of mine / welcomes in blues and yellows / there’s a sense of promise / dancing in the air / that’s not going anywhere. / i want a scene of / hands reaching for a door / not for a cover / for in this particular scene / there’s a body that wants to have me in it / and an i who wants to be in this body / i want this symbiotic bliss / this harmonious coexistence / of two opposing forces / reaching for the same door. / [i want debussy playing in the background] / hands reaching for a cup, hands boiling water, hands adding / a spoonful of coffee / hands never burning / hands running through hair / like wild horses / blindly unbounded / like leaves / succumbing to the breath of the wind / but in a good way / because succumbing oneself / doesn’t have to end with a death / not always / at least not when you can hear / clair de lune / softly whispering from the living room. / i want scenes with hands: / hands all over / all the time / hands that love / without a reason and with (one) / because it’s spring / because it’s no longer spring / because they are hands and that’s what they were made to do / because debussy is playing / and what else can one do / but love / unabashedly / with van gogh yellows / and picasso blues / and monet violets / and / i want a scene where / my name is no longer an unintended apology / but a silent promise / like the morning light / dancing in the air / painting its blue hues / yellow in its blues. / i want a scene where / my existence is a reason / and not an afterthought. / i want a scene of me not wanting any of these. / scenes of me naked under dusty pink silky sheets / waiting for the morning light / and knowing that it will come.]

I do not want to be a person.                               I want to be unbearable.

1. anne carson | 2. nick alm | 3. ocean vuong | 4. nick alm | 5. franz kafka | 6. nick alm | 7. emil ferris | 8. nick alm | 9. clarice lispector | 10. nick alm | 11. mary shelley | 12. nick alm | 13. sandra cisneros