4ngeltree
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4ngeltree · 2 months ago
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its in words
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
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4ngeltree · 2 months ago
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sean hewitt
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4ngeltree · 2 months ago
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homesick
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i think i'd love you even when i don't know you. the deathlessness of devotion, the poets call it.
unknown // The Elektra Complex, Joan Tierney // L. V. @literaryvein, an excerpt, “mimicking maelstroms.” // Sue Zhao // No one has taken anything away, Marina Tsvetaeva (trans. Elaine Feinstein) // unknown // The Drowned Children, Louise Gluck // unknown //Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments // only source i found was this pin // Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts (?)
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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a flower offering
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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smells like fresh clouds and rain
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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I will never get over it
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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is love constant terror of loss or is it the sun that shines
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orpheus but he's sisyphus
Ovid’s The Story of Orpheus and Eurydice (tr. Rolfe Humphries) / Spirited Away dir. Hayao Miyazaki / @mag200 / Jenny Diski, “Housewife” / Franz Wright, God's Silence / Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log” / Jon Ware, I am in Eskew / Kazimierz Wierzyński, “A Word of Orphists” (tr. Czeslaw Milosz) / @prisonhannibal / Aeschylus, The Oresteia / Ocean Vuong, Eurydice
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image 1: a quote from Ovid that reads: "And Orpheus received her, but one term was set: he must not, till he passed Avernus, turn back his gaze, or the gift would be in vain."
image 2: excerpt from the script of the film Spirited Away that reads: "Haku: But I can't go any farther. Just go back the way you came, you'll be fine. [highlighted] But you have to promise not to look back, not until you've passed through the tunnel."
image 3: a drawing, labeled in all-caps handwriting "a venn diagram of love vs. grief:". the drawing is a single circle.
image 4: an excerpt, highlighted and italicized, from Jenny Diski that reads: "People don't understand about repetition, do they? How it is at the heart (thump, thump, thump) of obsession; at the erotic centre (drip, drip, drip) of desire. You do, of course. Repetition is insatiability spelt sideways."
image 5: a quote from Franz Wright reading, "And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?"
image 6: a quote from Adrianne Kalfopoulou in red text, reading, "Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there"
image 7: an excerpt from Jon Ware that reads, "Here's my question. If the ghost wants nothing more than to be witnessed, why would it appear behind you, not in front of you? The only answer I can think of is this: [underlined] it appears behind you because it already knows, to an absolute certainty, that you will have no choice but to look back."
image 8: a quote from Kazimierz Wierzyński that reads: "I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that [highlighted] love is a constant terror of loss."
image 9: a screenshot of a tumblr ask from an anonymous user who says, "What's the point?" user prisonhannibal responds, "of what? it's love though".
image 10: two lines from aeschylus reading, "Orestes: This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning."
image 11: an excerpt from Ocean Vuong that reads, "Your absence has gone through me // Like thread through a needle. / Everything I do is stitched with its color."
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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why worry
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May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton
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4ngeltree · 3 months ago
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let your branches fork my veins
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