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how am i supposed to relax when there are things

being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot

ordinary things, s.t

Sarah Perry, The Essence of Peopling

Morning in the Burned House

by Margaret Atwood

In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.

The spoon which was melted scrapes against the bowl which was melted also. No one else is around.

Where have they gone to, brother and sister, mother and father? Off along the shore, perhaps. Their clothes are still on the hangers,

their dishes piled beside the sink, which is beside the woodstove with its grate and sooty kettle,

every detail clear, tin cup and rippled mirror. The day is bright and songless,

the lake is blue, the forest watchful. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

I can see the swirls in the oilcloth, I can see the flaws in the glass, those flares where the sun hits them.

I can’t see my own arms and legs or know if this is a trap or blessing, finding myself back here, where everything

in this house has long been over, kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl, including my own body,

including the body I had then, including the body I have now as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy,

bare child’s feet on the scorched floorboards (I can almost see) in my burning clothes, the thin green shorts

and grubby yellow T-shirt holding my cindery, non-existent, radiant flesh. Incandescent.

Success

by Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear!

“I have never been a coward at heart, though I have always been a coward in action.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

The responsibility of love: to keep another’s heart safe.

“Where fear is, happiness is not.”

— Seneca, Moral Letters to Lucilius

transit by rachel cusk

im inside the songs peeling apart the layers n eating them

“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.”

— Mark Twain, Mark Twain’s Notebook

richard siken a primer for the small weird loves // holly warburton making amends // holly warburton bobby // holly warburton the red jacket

when anne carson wrote “i have no idea what this sentence means but it gives me a thrill. it fills me with wonder.” perfect description of poetry

https://evelionheart.medium.com/on-the-intimacy-of-the-mundane-863f9efb3c39

“I work my jobs, I take my pills. Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things.”

— Richard Siken, from Spork Press’ Editor’s Pages: “The Long and the Short of It”

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

Asking the genie to always have the solution to any problem is better than asking him for more wishes