That's funny—I'm currently reading On the Origin of Species. I'll look for that poem by Deborah Digges.
I love this essay by Jill Talbot.
*I love everything Jill Talbot writes*
sonorareview.com/2025/11/08/s...
Lives of others
"I would like to step out of my heart's door
and be under the great
sky."
Rilke, "Lament"
"a line that arrived to me
in a dream. A private admission, like the muffled song
of two birds caught inside the tiny night garden
of a drawer,"
❤️
Happy (belated) birthday!
💙 The beginning of the poem
"We talk because we are mortal: / words are not signs, they are years."
Octavio Paz, To Talk (tr. by Mark Strand)
"Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years."
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon (tr. by Barbara Harshav)
Every spring, with the appearance of the first shoots and flowers, with thoughts of beauty as a refuge and a wound, Louise Glück: "Why love what you will lose? / There is nothing else to love."
I don't think I can describe this trip of a book because it's Friday night, but I also don't think I could do it on any other day. (with love to all of us, as we will all navigate the bardo, each in our way 🖤)
Mind-blowing
Bit by bit, everything in this wide realm
becomes more like a dream.
Oh, if only I were a tiny tree
and stood on the bank of a little brook.
-Robert Walser,
translated by Kristofor Minta,
from his wonderful
<My Heart Has So Many Flaws>
I absolutely loved The Wall.
Moving toward the spring light
She's a sweetheart ❤️
“so we live here”
Victoria Chang, THE TREES WITNESS EVERYTHING
Oh, I remember that essay! It is truly wonderful.
Oh February. To get ink and weep!
To write of February, sob it out,
While slush is blazing through the deep,
Black spring and spreading on the ground.
Boris Pasternak, February (tr. Andrey Kneller)
Thank you!
What film is that?
This Saturday, "Hug" by Kayoko Kimura, 2022
Jeremiah, that is really wonderful. Congratulations and good luck :)
"places of darkness, places of kindness." 🖤
A return to long morning walks, the feeling of being able to breathe again, and Louise Glück: "Spring: the unforeseen / flooding the abyss. // And the life / filling again."
(from Decade)
This one by Li-Young Lee. Love the dissonance, the discord it brings.
❤️
Dreamed of a place like the one in Marlen Haushofer's The Wall... I still think about that book.
This is beautiful
