Antigonick (Sophokles) trans. Anne Carson
Tag: Poetry
Stuff me full of clouds.
There’s been enough suffering for a year
for a lifetime.
We’ve all seen what bodies can do
and it isn’t pretty
but it could be.
We can speak in tongues
and fingers
and spaces.
We can learn to listen.
Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, “Flowers #1,” from There Should Be Flowers (via sharkodactyl)
“Your heart is raw and bleeding.
Everything is strange and terrible.”— Vasily Grossman, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “Everything Flows,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I am tired. Too full of stuff I’ve done. Where my legs hurt where my scalp hurts. I’ll not fight the thing inside me anymore. Let it eat me up.”
— Eimear McBride, A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing
(via soracities)
“There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.”
— Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong (via weltenwellen)
“Jessica
has a forehead scar from
the deep end of a pool. I
ask Jessica what drowning
feels like and she says
not everything feels like
something else.”— Angie Sijun Lou, “Jessica gives me a chill pill,” published in Muzzle
In all of this, forgiveness
assumes sin and I’m not sorry.
I am the snake and I am the silence,
an animal’s rib picked clean.— Alicia Mountain, from “The Book Is a Hungry Darkness,” Thin Fire
“When a child first catches adults out – when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just – his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.”
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden (1952)
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