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A man selling art, Paris, 1949

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“That’s true and it’s unfair to laugh at the lead singer in the opera who sings an aria while lying on the stage, mortally wounded. We lie on the ground and sing for years.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

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— Philip Schultz, from “The God of Loneliness.”

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Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs

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Willa Cather // Franz Kafka

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— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

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Franny Choi, from “Danez Says They Want to Lose Themselves in Bops They Can't Sing Along To”, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

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— Tristan Tzara, from Selected Verses; “Approximate Man.”

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Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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wheres the sylvia plath quote about the strawberry runners please

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adonis, tr. by khaled mattawa

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— Emil M. Cioran, from “The Trouble with Being Born.”

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— Haruki Murakami, from “1Q84.”