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our memory lives on my pages.

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Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928

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— Louise Glück, from “The Untrustworthy Speaker.”

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a girl of fear, a woman of anger— look how we've grown

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

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Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

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Literary Epitaphs (Part 1)

Anne Sexton:

“Rats live on no evil star.”

John Keats:

“Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.”

Ernest Hemingway:

“Best of all he loved the fall / the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods / leaves floating on the trout streams / and above the hills the high blue windless skies…now he will be a part of them forever.”

Emily Dickinson:

“Called Back.”

Sylvia Plath:

“Even amidst fierce flames / The golden lotus can be planted.”

Allen Ginsberg:

“My heart is still, as time will tell.”

Elizabeth Bishop:

“All the untidy activity continues, awful but cheerful.”

Hilda Doolittle:

“So you may say, / Greek flower; Greek ecstasy / Reclaims Forever / One who died / Following / Intricate Song’s lost Measure.”

Robert Lowell:

“The immortal is scraped / Unconsenting from the mortal.”

Virginia Woolf:

“Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding o Death! The waves broke on the shore.”

Robert Frost:

“I had A Lover’s Quarrel With The World.”

Edgar Allan Poe:

“Here, at last, he is happy.”

Rainer Maria Rilke:

“Rose, oh pure contradiction, delight / of being no one’s sleep under so / many lids.”

Henry Miller:

“I am going to beat those bastards,”

Dylan Thomas:

“Time held me green and dying / Though I sang in my chains like the sea…”

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“I look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you, by their similarity as much as by their differences, but I cannot say what is obsessing me; it obsesses me utterly and leaves no strength to express it.”

— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice

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The signs as Kafka quotes

Aries: 

“I will not let myself become tired. I’ll jump into my story even though it should cut my face to pieces.”

Taurus :

“Once I enjoy a person, that joy knows no bounds.”

Gemini:

“One has either to take people as they are, or leave them as they are. One cannot change them, one can merely disturb their balance. A human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces, from which a single piece can be taken out and replaced by something else.”

Cancer:

“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”

Leo: 

“I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.”

Virgo: 

“Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.”

Libra:

“I am a very unhappy human being and you, dearest, simply had to be summoned to create an equilibrium for all this misery.”

Scorpio:

“I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.”

Sagittarius:

“I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”

Capricorn:

“Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.”

Aquarius: 

“Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves and is ready to release what lies deeper.”

Pisces:

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.”

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be the surreal nonsense you wish to see in the world

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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

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I Worried, Mary Oliver

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Devin Kelly, from "Wishing I Was Looking Down at Baseball Diamonds from an Airplane Window”

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to begin with, the sweet grass by mary oliver, from “devotions”