It takes years to remember all the things that always mattered
Now I'm lost in my own lies

Egotrip
AR

entrei 
e não sei 
se saio
não estou aqui para dar aula
já dei 
mas não 
eu sendo a matéria 
minha linguagem não é padrão
eu sei 
não sou ninguém
e ninguém
é a matéria
Se joga! Mas se joga de verdade, não apenas no discurso.
- Stella Vianna, Meu nome é Preta (T01E03)
False Senryū
Philip Whalen

A cough
waits for the bus.
Dharmakaya
Philip Whalen

The real thing is always an imitation
Consider new plum blossoms behind the zendō
For each of us there is a place
Wherein we will tolerate no disorder.
We habitually clean and reorder it,
But we allow many other surfaces and regions
To grow dusty, rank and wild.

- Philip Whalen
Watching the “waterfall” (more accurately, “water curtain”)
- Philip Whalen
I love you very much
But sometimes I love you even more from a distance
Never to the vanishing point

- Philip Whalen
What do I want
What am I really after
Sometimes a tree answers.

- Philip Whalen
All the constituents of being are
Transitory: Work out your salvation with diligence.

- Buddha
Now I am old and infirm. I fear I shall no more be
able to roam among the beautiful mountains. Clarifying my mind, I meditate
on the mountain trails and wander about only in dreams.
- Tsung Ping

I always say I won’t go back to the mountains
I am too old and fat there are bugs mean mules
And pancakes every morning of the world
- Philip Whalen
PAY NO ATTENTION TO ME
- Philip Whalen
I guess my troubles are pride
And doubt.

- Philip Whalen
Suppose we were the first to begin
Living forever. Let’s start
Right now.

Do you want this peach?
It’s immortal.

- Philip Whalen
We can’t easily imagine another world
This one being barely
Visible

- Philip Whalen
still learning to speak the language
of revolving doors

- leslie mcintosh
coriolis effect
leslie mcintosh

one man calls another
                                                         baby

                             though not in comparison
the alternative is to drown in silence
- matt longabucco
A word is a thought
- Dorothea Lasky
Whispering save me save me
- Dorothea Lasky
Death is a burnt mirror
- Erika L. Sánchez
How can I ask you 
to be kind in a world that isn’t?

- Erika L. Sánchez
the hours viscous
- erika l. sánchez
the “I” is forever 
insatiable

- Erika L. Sánchez
I write disappearing scut. 
I write rut. 

- Frederick Seidel
I am civilized but 
I see the silence 

- Frederick Seidel
O Grande Buda
Apenas dorme
Na primavera

- Shiki
O heart, O troubled heart
- William Butler Yeats
The Term
William Carlos Williams

A rumpled sheet
of brown paper
about the length

and apparent bulk
of a man was
rolling with the

wind slowly over
and over in
the street as

a car drove down
upon it and
crushed it to

the ground. Unlike
a man it rose
again rolling

with the wind over
and over to be as
it was before
If you really bug me
Then I'll say goodbye

One is fun 
Tengo un millón 
why not two?
y quiero dos

Any number is fine with me
As long as it's more
Quiero más
Siempre quiero más

- Madonna & CA7RIEL & Paco Amoroso
Lo que antes me servía no me sirve más

(...)

Tengo un millón y quiero dos
Tengo un ángel, pero quiero a Dios

A verdade não é uma especialidade
Para especializados clérigos letrados

Não basta gritar povo é preciso expor
Partir do olhar da mão e da razão
Partir da limpidez do elementar

Como quem parte do sol do mar do ar
Como quem parte da terra onde os homens estão

-  Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
The language
Robert Creeley

Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
O amor é mais forte que a morte vocês diziam
Mas a vida é mais forte que o amor e
A indiferença mais forte que a vida 

- Michel Deguy
moody stricken Ahab stood before them with a crucifixion in his face, in all the nameless regal overbearing dignity of some mighty woe

- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Who’s over me? Truth hath no confines.
- Ahab, in Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks.
- Ahab, in Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort 
of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea

- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
- Ishmael, in Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life
- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, as featured in Unabomber (2026).


am i skeptical
or simply without discipline

- gianna patriarca
there is something different 
in my nostrils
it is unpleasant
i cannot decipher the lie 
the truth or the memory

- gianna patriarca
a draft of silence
at my shoulders

- gianna patriarca
i am a name and a landscape 
a language and a dialect

- gianna patriarca
The call of memory no longer makes me sad.
I have no complaints about memories.
In fact, I have no complaints 
about anything,
not even my heart
aching nonstop like a big tooth.

- Nazim Hikmet
The Perfection of Loss
Jane Hirshfield

Like a native speaker
returned
after long exile,
quiet now in two tongues.
in days of vertigo and hesitation
- jane hirshfield
O ser humano é indefinido. Ele é o único ser que não tem uma definição na natureza.
- Pico della Mirandola citado por Luiz Felipe Pondé em Linhas Cruzadas (23/09/2026)
a thought is a forest
- jane hirshfield
I told my grief: patience.
- Jane Hirshfield
I pressed myself to the clear glass
between wanting and world.

I wanted to be lush, tropical,
excessive. To be green.

- Jane Hirshfield
Fire Strike
Margaret Noodin

At the threshold
of melancholy
is a voice barely heard

a light wrapped in fog
and a piece of steel
longing for flint.

Strike it.
I have my heart on my fist
Like a blind falcon.

- Anne Hébert
And the mirages, the
            mirages—

            I knew what they were
yet often

changed my course 
            and followed them.

- Robert Hayden
On some days, my depression is over there in a picnic basket while I am
over here looking at art.

- Victoria Chang
Now the name I was given is no longer fitting

We don’t remember our birth.
When a mother dies, it’s gone.

- Victoria Chang
The ocean is a
bully, always insisting
it understands hope the best.

- Victoria Chang
One by one, days died,
even they weren’t protected.
They have no symptoms
but keep dying. They want to
fix melancholy,
to keep coming back to no
answers, to take the
depositions of orchards.

- Victoria Chang
Waves in August
Victoria Chang

The waves never die.
In May, they look like reason.
They are not violent.
By August, all hope is gone,
even stars are arrested.

I will never love
anyone the way I love
my memories and their cliffs.

- Victoria Chang
The heart
Victoria Chang

Someone trimmed the tree.
Maybe there are no answers.
Small bits of blue sky through it.
Garden
Victoria Chang

Something is growing.
Plath said growing hurts at first,
but when does the hurting stop?
My fingerprints are
all rubbed down from touching time.

- Victoria Chang
The shipwreck
Victoria Chang

I sit at my desk.
Desire is an anchor—
I lift it and words come up.
There are no words here, just rain
on the nape of everything.

- Victoria Chang
Séance
AR

Someone calls for me.
It's myself.
It's terrifying to realize this—
The one who calls
is the one alive.
What can we call it
Victoria Chang

You can’t stop someone
from adding an s to a
word. Loves. Depressions.
Deaths. Griefs. Gods. Most of the time,
the plural of something is worse.
History is dead.
Apricots grieve their old shape.
A dry flower can’t reverse.
Some call this dying.
Those of us who live in it
know it is closer to love.

- Victoria Chang
I write a word and
attach it to a speaker—
someone please listen.

- Victoria Chang
I’m left behind, waiting for
the birds to return.
They’ve moved on. I now know that
being birdless doesn’t hurt.

- Victoria Chang
Is silence a gift?
I can’t hear my bones shrinking,

- Victoria Chang
The past is never finished,
the future is scared.

- Victoria Chang
Avoiding news by the river
Victoria Chang

All the announcements.
The mayflies land on a leaf.
No one there ever looks up.
The flight
Victoria Chang

I no longer watch
the birds during the day. I
prefer to save them
for my dreams where an owl’s face
has more than one expression.
Youth stretches over
everything, can be used once.
Then we turn it inside out.

- Victoria Chang
Forecast
Harryette Mullen

CLOUD COULD 
CLOUD COULD CLOUD 
COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD 
CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD 
CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD 
COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD 
CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD    
COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD  
COULD CLOUD COULD CLOUD COULD     
CLOUD COULD CLOUD    
COULD CLOUD
is it love that you’re seeking, or permission?
- victoria adukwei bulley
when you’ve done enough, are you the last to know?
- victoria adukwei bulley
O país está cheio de boatos, de todo tipo. sobre todos os assuntos, todos eles perigosos. Quer dizer, prejudiciais. As pessoas só fazem cochichar. Não acreditam nos jornais, não acreditam nos melhores oradores, mas acreditam em todo boato assustador que aparece por aí. As pessoas... as pessoas parecem estar à beira do pânico.

- Ayn Rand em A revolta de Atlas, Jim
Poet or poem or reader, the same
ectoplasm. 

- Diane Seuss
My adult son calls me at noon to ask
if I ever loved his father. How can I
express that marital love is twelve banalities ago?

- Diane Seuss
A word can be overused into emptiness,
which is also a banality, so don’t tell anyone you love them.

- Diane Seuss
To return
to the world, I must learn
how to love the world again. My problem
is with the word again.

- Diane Seuss
please don’t tell me flowers
are beautiful and blood clots
are ugly

- diane seuss
I’m not looking for wisdom.
- Diane Seuss
You can’t be simile.
Deep down even
mud is not
comparable. 

- Diane Seuss
Do you think your suffering is exceptional?
Maybe. Maybe not.
The times are strange, no doubt.

- Diane Seuss
The danger
of memory is going
to it for respite. Respite risks
entrapment, which is never
good.

- Diane Seuss
Snuffed and alone in cavernous spaces.
Alone, a misnomer. A word whose
definition I had to find in a dictionary.
Language comes hard. Silence corsets
me.

- Diane Seuss
We’ve fallen into Love’s arms. 
We’re torn by Love’s claws.  
We’re carried by Love’s music. 

- Rumi
What I know of literature, of history, is spotty.
- Diane Seuss
my unscholarlinesss,
my rawness

- diane seuss 
Margaret Atwood. Toni Morrison. Adrienne Rich.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Plath. Sexton. Lorde.
Kate Chopin. Alice Walker. Djuna Barnes.

- Diane Seuss
You can’t stay vigilant and remain alive.
- Diane Seuss
Oh dream, why do you do me this way?
- Diane Seuss
You can’t hide
from what you made
inside what you made

- Diane Seuss
 Why do you dread being forgotten?
- Alison C. Rollins
I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment.
It is the memory.

- Jacqueline Woodson
Not burning, but aflame
- Gabrielle Bates
If I describe something, anything, long enough,
language will lead me back to wanting it.

- Gabrielle Bates
There is more to say, but my speaking
is done with me.

- Gabrielle Bates
Over and over, unevolving
- Gabrielle Bates
Complete focus can resemble utter distraction
- Gabrielle Bates
How can you go toward what you’re avoiding?
- Gabrielle Bates
Time and place are traps.
- Gabrielle Bates
What language did the angel speak
       My most private language

Was the angel fluent
       Nuances were lost

- Gabrielle Bates, “Conversation with Mary,” Judas Goat (Tin House, 2023), excerto.
Os jornalistas estavam anotando suas respostas. Havia agora em seus rostos a expressão de um autômato que faz de conta que está ouvindo uma notícia nos pronunciamentos vazios feitos por outro autômato.

- Ayn Rand, A revolta de Atlas
Oh look,
a typo

in the
Rosetta Stone.

- Justin Chin
Does invincibility have more to do with persistence rather than the
possession of superhuman traits or is it dumb luck

Like telling an ant it is a lion, but an antlion is something else altogether

- Justin Chin
A thousand and one
monkeys pounding
away at one thousand
and one iMacs.

Oh no,
this morning
one monkey
called in sick.

- Justin Chin
In my early life, my need to belong
and my need for security made me accept
such stupid and lethal conditions.
            In my later life, I should have known
better but the stupid and lethal stuff
was always the most fun.

- Justin Chin
In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.
- Frank O’Hara
So I hear
you do weddings
                    now

- Justin Chin
We should
find someone

who does exorcisms

- Justin Chin
IHJÃC
Não consigo dormir. Meus olhos doem, meu coração tá acelerado. Batendo forte.

RAENE
Deixa de pensar coisas ruins e tenta dormir.

IHJÃC
Não tenho sono. Me sinto mal.

To drift is not surrender.
- Yanyi
The people we love disappear before our eyes.
We can’t follow or know where they go.
They lose the names we have known them by

- Yanyi
I am afraid of running into you,
of having to see you,
of having to talk.

- Yanyi
Leaving the house
Yanyi

When I say I’m in love with you,
that means I’m not alone inside of it.

Together we talk to people
we love, separately, in one voice.

When my voice fills in love with you.
When I sing on the outside.
minha gata
algodão

é o nome dela
algodão fora do pacote

ela vem e limpa
minhas feridas

- AR
There are no walls between the living and the dead:
only what you remember now and what you remember ahead.

- Yanyi
Metatextual?


MobLand, S02E01
The body is a fickle language. 
The way that rest means
to lay dormant   but wrest means
to tear        away.

- Torrin A. Greathouse
There are moments when the body is as numinous
as words, days that are the good flesh continuing.

- Robert Hass
desire is full of endless distances
- robert hass
for poetry should not be therapy
- chen chen
Yaeji sings This product is called Depression
& I think about how I haven’t been out dancing
in a year, & how I say Because I’m a homebody
when my body misses the way bodies become song
& light.

- Chen Chen
This isn't black and white. It's rather pink.
 
I can’t decide
whether the university
is a refuge for the bookish lonely
or a T-shirt store
run by a soda company.

- Chen Chen
we’ll be gone after these brief messages
chen chen

god stopped by in his magenta rowboat

i said god you have to stop stopping by
if you’re never going to tell me the meaning of life

god said life is meaningless
while language often means too much

my grandmother stopped by & said no
the meaning of life is love
the kind that produces children
why don’t you have a girlfriend yet

my mother stopped by & said look
he’s busy with his studies stop asking

god got back in his turquoise steamship

life is a joyful thing he said
it’s probably very good for you
All beautiful boyfriends are transitory
- Marilyn Chin
I cry for you     but no sound wells up in my throat
Knock at emptiness    a house without your love
- Marilyn Chin
Ornamental     Oriental     techno     impresarios
      I am your parlor rug     your chamber bauble
Love me     stone me     I am all yours
      Pound     Pound     my father’s Ezra

Metaphor     metaphor     my pestilential aesthetic
- Marilyn Chin
Why cry over dried flowers?
They’re meant to be straw.

- Marilyn Chin
As Robert Frost said, the best way out is always through.
Or as Alanis Morissette said, the only way out is through.

- Chen Chen
Your emergency contact has called
to quit.  Your back-up plan has backed
away. 

- Chen Chen
Life is a sack—with holes—and you carry it, you carry it.
- Marina Tsvetaeva
JASON2
But I didn't know I was unhappy. That I was just existing.
Doing the things that humans do, like pattern recognition.

AMANDA
Sounds like depression.

Dark Matter, S02E04
no volume máximo

Ha llegado la hora del recuerdo
A duras penas hago ruido

- Amanda Hernández
He sido vértigo 
en la carne de la lengua. 

También 
víscera amiga 
equivocación.

- Amanda Hernández
Pocket
Amanda Hernández

I carry a hollow. 

Fill it with everything big and small 
I encounter along the way 
only to realize 
not everything that fits in my pocket 
is mine to keep.
Noise
Amanda Hernández

Silence is impossible in this century.
Everything howls. It has no way to flourish.
The wild animal of ourselves, this learned condition
growls relentlessly.
 
Might we then remove ourselves from the bustle.
Build a nest atop some lull
or find shelter that’ll hold
our anxious knowing, that we die
 
awfully small
awfully momentous
among endless noise.
estou em paz e isso me apavora
preciso, meu amor, dizer a verdade:
a coisa que eu mais gosto de sentir por você é
saudade

- liana ferraz
Tem silêncio aqui.
- Liana Ferraz
Feriado seria
não ser eu por um dia.

- Liana Ferraz
A vida sempre é.
A gente é que nem sempre.

- Liana Ferraz
O que entrego de amor
não quero de volta.
Quero de novo.

- Liana Ferraz
the libido of a vowel
- ingeborg bachmann
Word, be that part of us 
enlightened, clear, and beautiful. 
Certainly an end must come 
to being careful.

- Ingeborg Bachmann
why then did you all stay silent 
and think no farther?

- ingeborg bachmann
Anhell69, 2022

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their 
exteriors—and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight, and the hearing 
another hearing, and the voice another voice.

- Walt Whitman
I was wrong about the categories, the binaries, S told me. I was wrong about 
who was weak and who was strong, ruthless and kind, gay and straight.

- Bruce Smith
Between oblivion and affection,
which one is fear and which protection?

- Bruce Smith
Is I the insomniac’s question?
- Bruce Smith
It’s all distress and excess
- Bruce Smith
the fiction of silence
- bruce smith
I walked in the romantic garden and I walked
in the garden of ruin.

- Bruce Smith
Thy silent eares
- George Herbert
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite – to tell –

- Emily Dickinson
Saudade é um aperreio
- Patativa do Assaré
Com o belo amanhã que ilude a gente,
Cada qual anda alegre e sorridente

- Patativa do Assaré
Só canto o buliço da vida apertada
- Patativa do Assaré
I knew you. Didn’t I? Naked in that
open field, unhidden. We were bigger
than all of mankind’s metal gods.

- CJ Evans
err and armor
- cj evans
After the iPhone
CJ Evans

To fight back the ocean we use trees.
Plant them wherever money’s made

from money. In our expanding forests,
lustful, our bodies molt, flense, go wet

in the oxygen-rich air. In new soil we
germinate again, come together again.

Leaves stick to our new skins, dress us
as earthworms, as oaks, as chanterelles.
So I’ve been running on empty for some time, and
now I’m out
                    of anger:
Is this the beginning of memory? Who should
I ask? Who should be
                    asking?

- Ahmad Almallah
I wanted to write a love poem but instead
I watched the news

- Ahmad Almallah
in this house of fact, this house of ruin
- ahmad almallah 
stop telling me that I should no longer lie to myself, I know
I look ridiculous holding onto this memory or that

- Ahmad Almallah
only owning past echoes
- ahmad almallah
OTONE
I don't look for quick solutions. But you won't understand. 
I want to struggle with lots of different ideas.

KAKERU
You want to struggle?

OTONE
That's right. I enjoy it. That's the nature of life.

We’d rather have the iceberg than the ship,
although it meant the end of travel.

- Elizabeth Bishop
Um estranho abandono estava
ali, palpável

- Paul Celan
After Giannisi
AR

Our selves want to be silent though
language itself doesn't so how to
solve this problem they talk to a bot which
means they don't talk to anyone language
goes on
my seeing became too large for speech
- dante alighieri
although my vision is almost
entirely faded, droplets of its sweetness come

- dante alighieri
Because the moment is inconceivable
not present at all
the “present”
“that which is here”
space in place of time
the tongue speaks in absence

- Phoebe Giannisi
The word by itself germinates
exists
beyond our decision for silence

- Phoebe Giannisi
Leaves
Phoebe Giannisi

Inside these articulations
the beginnings of language
outside of yes and no
inside only the I want
the soul with the body meeting
in all the openly
meteoric leaves
and now, see:
one of them falls slowly
to the earth
Jamais encontrara beleza na ânsia pelo impossível e nunca constatara que o possível estava além de seu alcance. Porém agora o encontrara e não conseguia achar uma resposta.

- Ayn Rand, A revolta de Atlas, sobre Dagny
Toward a definition of wildness
Anne Marie Todkill

The fox before you saw it.
The fox before it saw you.
The fox before it knew it had been seen.
You, before you had thought of the fox.
You in the moment of seeing, when you were all fox.
Memória
AR

Luz residual
numa superfície
irrevelada
Caught afterglow thrown back from long set days, 
Caught echoes of all music passed away. 

- Christina Rossetti
no trace of memory in his eyes
- christina rossetti
O fantasma não ressuscita o passado.
Ele prova que o passado está morto.

- AR
Life might be very small victories and meanings.
Is saying “joy” a joyous thing, in and of itself?

- Max Ritvo
Study Questions:
What does time mean to Atlas?
What is symbolic? Would you like a simile?

- Max Ritvo
It’s hard to love people committed to projects
- Max Ritvo
Above me are stars
but no constellations.

- Max Ritvo
I am possessed with self-pity,

and it is expressing itself
out of my mouth. It sounds like a whole flock of sheep suddenly

realizing the flock is an imposed externality.

- Max Ritvo
Don’t wish for anything. Don’t get organized.

Don’t buy a book. Don’t go to bed early.
Seek out beige, in foodstuffs and landscapes.

Chew gum if you’re overwhelmed.
You’re in this alone. That means there’s nobody to stop you.

You’re almost at the finish line.
But first, you have to pick a finish line.

- Max Ritvo
Nobody ever tells you how busy loneliness is
- Max Ritvo
The Real Housewives of somewhere
on high volume

- Ryann Stevenson
Proustiano
AR

O objeto não é recuperável
pois o que foi perdido não foi apenas ele:

perdeu-se também o tempo
em que ele existiu.
Talvez fechar
uma história

seja aceitar
que ela continuará
aberta
em algum lugar.

- AR
Não quero voltar.

Quero
ter estado lá.

- AR
The years I've spent trying to get all the things I was told were important - that I was supposed to want! Things! Not people... or meaning. Just things.

- Tony, Seconds (1966)
the brain is a maniac organ
it puppets me

so what if this euphoria is only ephemeral
if tomorrow i find the night absconded
            with my smile
if the man i love turns over in his sleep
and becomes a hollowed out gourd
                          with a horror mask face
if every object of my intimacy becomes ash
i will still thank each marked and unnamed chemical
                   for making oblivion in my blood
dopamine mephedrone amphetamine
you bring opalescence to the meat
you make the abattoir smell sweet

- sam sax
 esta vida é uma viagem
pena eu estar
 só de passagem

- paulo leminsk
no fundo, no fundo,
bem lá no fundo, a gente gostaria
de ver nossos problemas
resolvidos por decreto

a partir desta data,
aquela mágoa sem remédio
é considerada nula
e sobre ela — silêncio perpétuo

- paulo leminski
aqui
nesta pedra
alguém sentou
olhando o mar
o mar
não parou
pra ser olhado
foi mar
pra tudo quanto é lado

- paulo leminski
Você só fica xingando o outro, odiando o outro, achando que só você está do lado do bem.
É fanatismo.

- Luiz Felipe Pondé, Linhas Cruzadas (10/09/2026)
DEMÉTRIO MAGNOLI
Será que a hiperpolitização torna a política impotente, incapaz de realizar mudanças?

Quem primeiro falou em hiperpolitização foi Hannah Arendt, e ela se referia aos regimes totalitários, ao regime de Stalin na União Soviética, ao regime de Hitler na Alemanha nazista. O que que ela constatou? Ela constatou que a política daqueles regimes totalitários invadia todas as esferas da vida. Havia política na literatura, porque os autores tinham que se filiar a entidades de autores ligadas ao partido dirigente e partido único. Os artistas tinham que fazer o mesmo. Os esportistas tinham que se filiar e fazer parte de associações ligadas ao partido. Então, toda a vida pessoal e profissional das pessoas estava embebida de política e a política escorria por todos os poros. Isso era uma característica dos regimes totalitários.

O curioso, interessante e triste é que há algumas décadas, não começou hoje, outros movimentos de esquerda e de direita hiperpolitizam a vida. Isso começou lá nos anos 60, 70, quando surgiram as políticas do corpo, as políticas do sexo, e isso se desenvolveu com a política identitária. As políticas de negros, de mulheres, de LGBT, as políticas identitárias em geral de latinos nos Estados Unidos e ainda com as políticas aí pela direita, as políticas ligadas à religião, que é uma outra forma de política identitária. Então, partidos que passam a ser, na verdade, ligados à fé religiosa, ligados a igrejas, correntes políticas que se apoiam nas ideias religiosas. Isso acontece também, mas aí já não é Ocidente, com o fundamentalismo muçulmano.

Tudo isso faz com que a política, que nem me parece que se torne impotente, mas se torne tribalista.

LUIZ FELIPE PONDÉ:
Ele deixa claro que há autoritarismo nas políticas identitárias. Muita gente vem falando disso. Quando a política sai do lugar e toma todos os lugares, ela fica autoritária.

DEMÉTRIO MAGNOLI
Nas democracias liberais, a ideia é que a política ocupa um espaço limitado, que é aquele espaço da concorrência entre partidos basicamente durante eleições. E o resto da vida das pessoas se dá fora da política. Com a hiperpolitização, toda a vida das pessoas se dá dentro da política. E, ao dizer que se dá dentro da política, quer dizer que toda a vida das pessoas passa a ser uma concorrência pelo poder e isso produz um tribalismo permanente e contribui ou gera uma polarização política permanente, porque todas as pessoas estão, em tese, inseridas numa tribo política e a política ocupa todos os dias do ano. É muito chato.

Linhas Cruzadas (10/09/2026)

Essa história de que todo mundo participa da política é invenção da democracia moderna, nem é da ateniense.

- Luiz Felipe Pondé, Linhas Cruzadas (10/09/2026)

There is a silence now
about silence
in the shadows.

They bite like words
in place of the heart.

- Fernando Valverde
Don't you get anxious about whether you're going to see these people again or not? I mean, it can be very painful.

- Judy, Nighthawks (1978)
And all that time I would say "You mustn't be jealous, you mustn't get possessive, you have no rights on this person whatsoever." But I was getting really jealous, I just, I couldn't sleep at night because of it.

- Jim, Nighthawks (1978)
Um dia vão me enrolar em faixas e guardar meu coração
Num pacote firme debaixo dos meus pés.
Vou ficar irreconhecível.

Que conforto se sentir insignificante.
- Sylvia Plath
O amor é o osso e o tendão da minha maldição.
- Sylvia Plath
Os depósitos estão cheios de corações.
Esta é a cidade das peças que sobraram.

- Sylvia Plath
Numa pedreira de silêncio.
- Sylvia Plath
Virei uma pedrinha parada.
- Sylvia Plath
Entrei
No mundo da apatia, uma caixa sem palavras.

- Sylvia Plath
Estrelas continuam distantes.
- Sylvia Plath
Faço uma faxina nos confins
Do Tempo

- Sylvia Plath
Sou raiz, pedra, plumada de coruja,
Sem sonho algum.

- Sylvia Plath
Meu coração é um gerânio podado.
- Sylvia Plath
the grammars
of silence

- rosie stockton
I like it my way
where I’m hungry
for your synapses
& attention

- Rosie Stockton
Barely an I, I’m all contradiction
- Rosie Stockton
I don’t know how to be in a body
- Rosie Stockton
Despite how it might look
I was raised right.

- Andrea Gibson
You can’t see me if I close my eyes.
You have no idea where I am.

- Andrea Gibson
The noise is not noise
if I’m the one who is in control
of the loud. Pra pedir silêncio eu berro, 
pra fazer barulho eu mesma faço

- Andrea Gibson & Rita Lee
My mother said the fences are the walls of her womb. 
Said she could only protect me if I stayed inside, 
away from everyone and everything.

- Claudia, My First Summer (2020)
But when we reduce it to a simple binary, is this person lying or telling the truth?
We lose a lot of the nuance of how we move through our relationships.

- Leanne Ten Brinke, The Diary of a CEO (Sep 7, 2026)
we follow tomorrow,
standing ready to welcome
the improbable

- harryette mullen
attentive sentries in realms
of solitude

- harryette mullen
Any exit from the logic of language might be an entry in a symptomatic dictionary. 
The alphabetical order of this ample block of knowledge might render a 
dense lexicon of lucid hallucinations.

- Harryette Mullen
I beg to dicker
- Harryette Mullen
If we stand together, must unity resolve
the multiplicity of our infinite fracture?
What proportion is each figure?

- Harryette Mullen
The Future
Grant Chemidlin

We’re standing on a hilltop.

From here, if you squint your eyes, you can just
see it, he says.

Is it small because of distance? I ask,
or because—decay—so much of it already
fallen away?

I’m not sure, he says.

I stare at the sky & a long, gray cloud
fills me.

Quick, he says, lie down.

So I do.
He takes off my shoes
& with
a gentle push—I roll

slow, at first,
then faster, then laughter
tumbles out like

paper birds.
to find a way to wake the time
- rosie stockton
silent, as always
- rosie stockton
it is possible all déjà vu is intergenerational
   we had learned it once but have forgotten
      & we can’t explain it when it’s there

- rosie stockton
it’s so slow moving—my understanding of you and my
self

- rosie stockton
do not touch me, especially
not with your eyes

- rosie stockton
O mother
there is a violence
in naming
in showing up
to say
can we love with inadequate politics?
apart and pained?

- Rosie Stockton
O Plato my Plato
I’m calling off our sessions

I’m blocking your image

- Rosie Stockton
I am citizen of your fiction
- Rosie Stockton

 A prisão dos nomes

You love your brother,
now suddenly you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who’s not beside you or behind or
ahead

- Philip Levine
Fixed vortex on the far
Tip, riveting stones, air,
All of it, together.

- Sylvia Plath 
And still the heaven
Of final surfeit is just as far
From the door as ever.

- Sylvia Plath 
Com as perdas, só há um jeito:
perdê-las.

- Lya Luft
Hora a hora o meu desejo revolve estes escombros
E escorrem dos meus olhos mais promessas.

- Lya Luft
Havia ansiedade e abraço.
- Lya Luft
sou um momento de espera,
quase um fim de solidão.

- lya luft
Essa máscara de placidez
tanto me absorveu, que hoje
não há distância entre eu e ela

Desculpem, mas devo dizer:
eu quero o delírio

- Lya Luft
somos lúcida vertigem
- lya luft
Sou a orelha encostada na concha
da vida, sou construção e desmoronamento

não depender
dos meus amores, não me enfeitar
demais com sua graça

- lya luft
Deixa-me amar-te com ternura, tanto
que nossas solidões se unam
e cada um falando em sua margem
possa escutar o próprio canto.

- Lya Luft
O amor não deve encerrar a coisa possuída,
mas ser parapeito de janela, ou cais
de onde se desprendam os revoos
e partam os navios da beleza
para voltar ou não

- Lya Luft
Estou aqui ainda
- Lya Luft
A solidão me ensina
a não acreditar na morte
nem demais na vida: cultivo
segredos num jardim
onde estamos eu, os sonhos idos,
os velhos amores e os seus recados

- Lya Luft
Meiga saudade!
- Machado de Assis
To the roaring wind
What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak it.

- Wallace Stevens
Houve um grande riso triste.
- Paul Éluard
Amor foi uma volta inteira de relógio mais 7 horas.
- Olga Savary
Cheios de imagens os olhos
e de silêncio os ouvidos.
Palavras: quase nada.

- Olga Savary
Em ti eu amo os amores todos.
- Olga Savary
Liberdade
Olga Savary

Desligada
O vento morde meus cabelos sem medo:
Tenho todas as idades.
Sou inconstante como o vento
Sou inconstante como a vaga
Por isso fica enquanto estou desvelada
Enquanto eu não for vento ou vaga.

- Olga Savary
quem sois vós que destruís
a vossa imagem desistindo dela

- Gastão Cruz
Não direi o teu nome como outrora pedi
que não dissesse o meu nome quem tinha
o poder de o dizer em pleno dia:
dizer um nome é sempre uma heresia

- Gastão Cruz
Corda
Gastão Cruz

Ninguém tem nome: apenas uma escura
corda de sons que prende o corpo e deixa
queimaduras na pele, esse é o preço
de ser nomeado porque o chamamento

de cada vez se torna mais ardente
até ser casa ou roupa ou outra pele
que fere o corpo e finalmente o veste
do nome que é o dele
vendeste ao tempo a glória do início
- gastão cruz
Eu vivi nesses anos mas não sei
o que foi por exemplo ter vivido

- Gastão Cruz
a luz entrando sob o arco
escasso da realidade

- gastão cruz
é todavia claro e fotográfico o teu rosto
- gastão cruz
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I'm in love
Seguirei amando
And always will be

Idade avançada
AR

eu luto
luto
o luto luto
lutos
lutos
Querido diário, 

   Hoje, ao abrir o Instagram, o primeiro reel que me apareceu foi o de um garoto, de cerca de vinte anos, a dizer que estava muito triste por ter achado um risco, pequeno mas notável, em seu novo iPhone. Eu não fiquei triste porque ele ficou triste. Mas eu fiquei triste porque tudo isso é muito, muito triste, não é?

AR
criando raízes enquanto o mundo gira
- sylvia plath
I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.

- Sylvia Plath
Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking.
- Sylvia Plath
I ask for silence
though it’s late, though it’s night,
and you are not able.

Sing as if nothing were wrong.

Nothing is wrong.

- Alejandra Pizarnik
Oh, I see!

Silo, S03E10


THAÍS
Carol, você falou que existe uma espécie de hiperfoco na autoestima e um hipofoco, digamos assim, nas relações. É outra coisa que eu achei interessante e queria saber se isso, por exemplo, tem a ver com uma certa antitendência do amor nas redes. Por exemplo, a gente percebe que tem algumas expressões do tipo “apego evitativo” ou então aquele “apego grudento”, “love bombing”, o que a gente achava que era entrega, aquela ideia de amor que você se doa, que você se abandona. Isso tudo parece que é inconveniente, não é legal e não é bonito e não é moderno, não pega bem. O amor virou assim uma antitendência?

CAROL
Eu acho que sim, num mundo onde a gente tá vivendo um mito das relações leves. Então, eu percebo o quanto as pessoas estão entendendo desejo como demanda, carinho como carência. E aí eu faço sempre um paralelo que eu acho que a gente vive num tempo de canetas emagrecedoras e, assim como se quer pesar cada vez menos na balança, o que eu ouço no consultório é também o uso dessa palavra: “Eu não quero pesar na relação”. Então, eu não quero pesar, não quero dizer que eu fiquei chateado porque a gente combinou de sair na sexta-feira e se desmarcou. Não quero pesar e contar que a minha mãe foi diagnosticada com Alzheimer e talvez por isso eu não estou aqui sendo uma pessoa tão paquerativa. É como se tanto o desejo, o interesse e o incômodo estivessem sendo lidos como peso. E a gente vive esse mito das relações leves, as relações de baixa manutenção. Só que não existe relação sem manutenção, sem peso, sem atrito.

PONDÉ
Então, brevemente, a impressão que dá é que a modernização nesse território deu errado.

CAROL
O que é dar certo, Pondé?

PONDÉ
O que eu quero dizer é: não está tão preparada para tudo.

CAROL
Exatamente. Eu acho que a modernização deu errado quando a gente traz a lógica da performance, do controle para dentro de algo que não é controlável. E acho que vale a pena a gente pensar o quanto a gente está vivendo em tempos de atrofia social. A gente está cada vez menos exposto, na vida, ao tempo social e mais ao tempo individual. Eu quero as compras, elas chegam em 10 minutos. Eu quero maratonar uma série, eu vejo de madrugada porque eu estou com insônia. O tempo do outro tem sido lido como desrespeito, quando na verdade é o tempo do outro. E eu percebo que a modernidade nos convoca a querer entender o outro e falar sobre a gente ao invés de nos abrir para a experiência. A gente tem que poder sentir mais e entender menos, experimentar mais e falar menos.

Linhas Cruzadas (03/09/2026)
THAÍS
O cretino fundamental ficou mais inteligente ou só ganhou a internet?

PONDÉ
Ganhou a internet.

Linhas Cruzadas (03/09/2026)
the landscape is begging me to find new language for it
- esther belin
– I am gulped, the squalled syllables drowned as English sound speak reshapes – inflates, extends, sharply snips, rollercoaster contortioning+proportioning, a propitiation back toward Indigenous cadence, sounds – washed ashore, I lay gulping, gasping, searching for an ancient sound to decipher you

- Esther Belin
in and out of existence
- esther belin
the woman
(...)
waits there for the return of all her pieces

- esther belin
tired of learning not to want
- esther belin
It is easy to give form
especially with English words
a promotion of mechanical ligaments
binding spirit with assembly-fabricated molds.
Just as my hair poses an appendage of my brain
my tongue poses an appendage of my heart.
I cannot classify this thought as a typewritten symbol.
An ideogram of essence
cultivates my stillness to action.

- Esther Belin
I dream that I am Oedipus.
- Sylvia Plath
It persuades, indeed.

What is it to wish for the absence of nothing?
- Layli Long Soldier
A piece combined with others to
make up a whole. Some but not all of something.

- Layli Long Soldier
If I’m transformed by language, I am often
crouched in footnote or blazing in title.
Where in the body do I begin

- Layli Long Soldier
Everything is in the language we use.
- Layli Long Soldier
thirsty & unappease
- kamau brathwaite
the dream less clear
- kamau brathwaite
I cogitate I
tune up to
terms of pre
vailing stand
ards
accept
ability
enunci
ation

- Layli Long Soldier
Stay
Jericho Brown 

                      It was restful, learning nothing necessary.
                      Gwendolyn Brooks

All day, I kept still just to think of it—

Your body above mine, what was
A lack of air between us—hot but restful

As I sat center on my bed of learning,

Mouth open, touching nothing,
My memory the only noise necessary.
I begin with love, hoping to end there.
- Jericho Brown 
Aflame and unafraid.
- Amanda Gorman
Photographs visit me
- Sylvia Plath 
Afinal, não sou fonte de mel
Nos olhos de gueixa
Por que me atacariam?
Kabuki, máscara

- Sylvia Plath & Caetano Veloso
o silêncio estourava seus ouvidos
 - ayn rand, a revolta de atlas, sobre dagny
I am spending my life, I thought. I am un-
prepared. It is running thru
my fingers. The wind is
still wild. My bones hurt sometimes
causing pain. It is not terror.
I feel for the cash in my pocket.
I do not have time to prepare.
I am comfortable.
Time passes and I am still here. I am
getting by. I replace one
calendar with another.

- Jorie Graham
I loved all the things so much I tried
to stick them one to another.

- Robert Wood Lynn
I feel that ignorant love gave me
a life. But from within my illusion of him
I could not see him, or know him. I did not
have the art or there’s no art
to find the mind’s construction in the face:
he was a gentleman on whom I built
an absolute trust.

- Sharon Olds
I am a stunned knower of not
- Sharon Olds
Punjabi Disco
Nu-Disco e +
So Sophie Ellis-Bextor

& remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world

- ocean vuong
Unspoken suffering
Hides nothing but thunder and lightning!

- Nguyễn Chí Thiện
Vertigem sem apoio
AR

Os cristais saíram do labirinto—
pendem os olhos em giro.

Minotauro, Minotauro,
onde você está?

Sem brilho,
nem mesmo o chão
sei encontrar.
When the prison guards burned his manuscripts, Nguyễn Chí
   Thiện couldn’t stop
            laughing—the 283 poems already inside him.

- Ocean Vuong
I forgot his name by heart.
- Ocean Vuong
don’t
     be afraid
to be this
     luminous
to be so bright so
     empty

- ocean vuong
     some call this

being human but you
     already know
it’s the briefest form
     of forever

- ocean vuong
Dearest Father, forgive me for I have seen.
- Ocean Vuong
Torso of Air
Ocean Vuong

Suppose you do change your life.
& the body is more than

a portion of night—sealed
with bruises. Suppose you woke

& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful

& gone. So you take the knife to the wall
instead. You carve & carve

until a coin of light appears
& you get to look in, at last,

on happiness. The eye
staring back from the other side—

waiting.
plumbed fathomed disinterred from this silence
- jorie graham
How
do I organize
myself now. How do I
find sufficient

ignorance. How do I

not summarize
anything. 

- Jorie Graham
No one can tell the whole story.
- Jorie Graham
We are searching for the boats we forgot to build.
- Barry Lopez
Bring only
what you must carry—tome of memory, 
its random blank pages.

- Natasha Trethewey
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

- Sylvia Plath
A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.

- Sylvia Plath
Marx no Ocidente
Lenin used to call compassionate progressives in the West “useful idiots” because, on the surface, what they wanted appeared to be what he wanted, and he used that to his advantage.

- Joe, Lioness (S03E05)
Amo a parte de trás das tuas pernas
porque ali você não me vê olhando

- Ana Martins Marques
se o seu ventre encosta em meu ventre
e o meu peito em seu peito
uma coisa tão profunda
em mim inteira se inaugura
meu coração sobe à garganta

- sarah sanches
meus olhos me seguiram até mim, me tocaram
como um lugar, uma outra vida, terra.
eles dizem que esse lugar
não existe, então, minha língua é mítica.
eu estava aqui. antes.

- tatiana mascimento
amar uma mulher é descer pela beira de um rio
que leva ao amor próprio

- natalia borges polesso
A moça de cabelos curtos
do outro lado do vagão
não deixa dúvidas: gesticula em demasia.
teve muitas, muitas amantes.

- Angélica Freitas
I want to build a house out of all the soft things
we were never supposed to keep,
and live there with you until the walls forget how to fall.

- Franny Choi
I am the woman who holds the light,
not because the room is dark,
but because you are in it.

- Judy Grahn
I have been aware of the touch of your hand
like a quiet song
that stays in the room long after the music has stopped.

- Audre Lorde
I have always wanted to be
the person who could hold you
without holding my breath,
to be the place where you land
when you fall.

- Eileen Myles
I want to write you a love poem that doesn't use the word love,
because every time I say it, it feels like I'm trying to fit an ocean
into a cup you can hold in your hands.

- Andrea Gibson
I want to love you like the tide,
constant and unapologetic,
returning to the shore no matter how many times
the world tries to pull us apart.

- Kay Ulanday Barrett
you came and I was longing for you
and you cooled my heart which was burning with desire

- sappho
I have missed you so much I have grown a new organ,
one that beats only for you, one that hurts
like a muscle after a long run, or a heart after a long life.

- Natalie Diaz
Ye come, ye visit me, or seem
Swimming out from seas of faces,
Alien myriads memory traces,
To enfold me in a dream!

- Herman Melville
Why, lads, so silent here to me,
Your watchmate of times long ago?

- Herman Melville
He espied him through a leafy screen,
Luxurious there in umbrage thrown,
Light sprays above his temples blown—
The river through the green retreat
Hurrying, reveling by his feet.

- Herman Melville
To have known him, to have loved him
After loneness long;
And then to be estranged in life,
And neither in the wrong

- Herman Melville
If camp as identified by Susan Sontag constitutes “the exaggerated, the fantastic, the passionate, and the naïve” all seen through “the sensibility of failed seriousness, of the theatricalisation of experience”, the modern Foreign Legion as seen in Beau Travail – policing old combat zones, offering up its rigour and grace to indifferent wildernesses, practising permanent priapic readiness for a physical engagement that never comes – is the very quintessence of military camp.

McGill, Hannah. “Blood and Sand: What Makes Beau Travail Great.” Sight and Sound, June 7, 2012. Updated November 13, 2019. British Film Institute.
Beau Travail (1999)

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How quiet it is, how silent,
like an afternoon in Pompeii.

- Louise Glück
I held the book awhile.
It was Death in Venice

- Louise Glück
the persistent haze of nostalgia that protects all relics of childhood
- louise glück
if the essence of time is change,
how can anything become nothing?

- louise glück
Language was filling my head, wild exhilaration
alternated with profound despair

- Louise Glück
The end came and went.
- Louise Glück
this emerging of shape from chaos
- louise glück
 Silence again, multiplied.
- Louise Glück
The sky, alas, is still far away,
not really visible from the bed.
It exists now as a remote hypothesis,
a place of freedom utterly unconstrained by reality.

- Louise Glück
much of my original self
is already dead

- louise glück
Indeed, there was no feeling.
- Louise Glück
in a room without clocks
- louise glück
The glass was empty; it left no mark on the tablecloth.
- Louise Glück
All this time I had the giddy sensation
of floating above my life. 

- Louise Glück
Silence had entered me.
- Louise Glück
Everything
would be done for me, or done to me,
and if it was not done, it was not
essential.

- Louise Glück
I was, I felt, mysteriously lifted above the world
so that action was at last impossible
which made thought not only possible but limitless.

- Louise Glück