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a n d w a n d e r t h r o u g h r e a l i t y

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     //seizurely

leisurely

leisurely

- rushati mukherjee

I'm glad the water does not move 

Under the colourless ice of the river

- Anna Akhmatova

Day is stopping.

Everything I am feels distant or blank

as the opulent rays pass through me,

distant as action is from thought,

or language is from all things desirable

in the world, when it does not deliver

what it promises and pathos comes instead—

the same pathos I feel when I tell myself,

within or without valid structures of love:

I have been deceived, he is not what he seemed—

though the failure is not in the other,

but in me because I am tired, hurt or bitter.

- Henry Cole

a man alone fills a void with words,

not to be consoling or point to what is good,

but to say something true that has body,

because it is proof of his existence

- henry cole

When a man leaves, he leaves looking

For more languages than there are

Tongues.

- Jericho Brown 

O God, my mind 

Stretches asunder on this merciless rack

Of imagery! 

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

bewildering accuracy of imagination and dream

- louise glück

midway between

anticipation and nostalgia

- louise glück

There was a time

only certainty gave me

any joy. Imagine—

certainty, a dead thing.

- Louise Glück

faltou pouco

para o nome

explicar a coisa

a coisa

quando viu

fugiu

- AR

Literary theory

Ada Limón

Somehow the word

allow is in the word

swallow and in swallow

two wholly different meanings:

one to take in through

the mouth and another

what we call the common

winged gnat hunter who

is, in all probability,

somewhere near us now.

Once, I thought

if I knew all the words

I would say the right thing

in the right way,

instead language became

more brutish: blink twice

for the bird, blink once

for tender annihilation. Who

knows what we are doing as

we go about our days lazily

choosing our languages. Some

days my life is held together

by definitions, some days

I read the word swallow

and all my feathers show.

The quiet machine

Ada Limón

I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet. There’s how I stand in the lawn, that’s one way. There’s also how I stand in the field across from the street, that’s another way because I’m farther from people and therefore more likely to be alone. There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock. There’s daytime silent when I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things. There’s shower silent and bath silent and California silent and Kentucky silent and car silent and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore. That’s how this machine works.

my skin slightly

numb with the restraint

of habits

- Thom Gunn

Permanecer aqui,

apesar e além.

Estar, mesmo assim,

mesmo sem.

Efeito talvez

da inércia de ser:

mesmo não querendo,

não poder.

- Paulo Henriques Britto

Falhei, tá falhado 

e não sе falha mais nisso

- Anitta