All day I tried to distinguish
need from desire.

- Louise Glück
If I could write to you
about this emptiness

- Louise Glück
On depression
AR

They look at me as a was.
Not an is, nor even a to be.
A done me. Or worse—
a forgotten I.
Paralysis, or peace,
Whichever

- Louise Glück
Limiar
AR

Não entro.
Não saio.

Penso
a porta.

Dear diary,

I decided to revisit Philippa Gregory by rewatching The White Queen (2013), a series that finally allowed history to acknowledge that women were never merely watching it unfold—they were shaping it.

There is Eleanor Tomlinson as Isabel Neville, though she will forever be Demelza in Poldark (2015–2019). And then Rebecca Ferguson as Elizabeth Woodville—the White Queen herself—first encountered there, long before becoming the unforgettable Juliette in Silo (2023–).

Gregory's novels remind us that history has always been shaped by forms of power its official narratives rarely acknowledge. Perhaps that is one of feminism's quietest achievements: expanding what counts as history, whose lives deserve attention, and where power is recognized.

- AR
I found you by design or
was it your design
or: we were drawn, we drew

- Adrienne Rich
Love for twenty-six years, you can’t stop
A withered petunia’s crisp
the bud sticky
The flower engulfed in its own purple
both are dark
So common, nothing
like it

- Adrienne Rich
The signature to a life requires
the search for a method
rejection of posturing
trust in the witnesses
a vial of invisible ink
a sheet of paper held steady
after the end-stroke
above a deciphering flame

- Adrienne Rich
THAÍS
O capitalismo conseguiu customizar até o sagrado?

PONDÉ
Ah, você compra o sagradinho em qualquer lugar.

Linhas Cruzadas (16/07/2026)
Todo lo que en tu ciudad esté vivo proclamará tu nombre y te verás
honrado alabado y honrado

y tú mismo dirás tu nombre como si te miraras al espejo

porque ya no distinguirás entre los adoradores y el ídolo

Probablemente serás feliz

- Julio Cortázar
how beautiful it was to know that you
were there like an oasis

- julio cortázar
the light that fell in love with statues
- howard moss
A silence already filled with noises
- John Ashbery
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)