might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk
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βand nothing was burning / nothing but Iβ
π³οΈβπ forms of witchery
Gerda Roosval-Kallstenius, A blue hyacinth in Paris, 1892
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Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)
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It was the Eternity of Youth, Violet Oakley
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You can’t spell silly without ill, and baby? I’m diseased.
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GO GIRL!!!! GIVE US ROT!!! GIVE US DECAY! RETURN TO THE EARTH
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“Oh my desire keeps me pacing a circle of dust.”— Rebecca Seiferle, excerpt of “Dogheart Dharma”, in Wild Tongue
Lorain West Breakwater Light (Lorain Harbor Light), Lorain, Lake Erie, Ohio, USA - Author ricky rhodes - License CC BY 2.0
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