“How beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.”
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
DID/BPD trying to figure things out.
I don't know what you did to me
but I know it's your fault.
(endos don't interact)
“How beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.”
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
“A golden ray of sun. Rebellious, it seeks out a storm / As if in storms it could find peace.”
— Mikhail Lermontov, tr. by Constantin Roman, from “The Sail,”
Capitalist culture is service industry workers not being allowed to sit down for their entire shifts, no matter how dead the traffic flow gets.
Capitalist culture is service industry workers sacrificing their comfort for antagonizing and pervy customers who are “always right”.
Capitalist culture is giving students homework in order to prepare them for their future careers where they’ll inevitably need to “take work home with them” or work extra hours in order to put bread on the table.
Capitalist culture is helping physically/mentally ill people only to the extent that they’re able to generate profitable labor again.
Capitalist culture is destroying food that can’t be sold rather than distributing it to poor people according to need.
Capitalist culture is monetizing knowledge and making it artificially scarce so that owners can profit and laypeople are left in the dark.
Interviewer: Why do you write?
Margaret Atwood: It’s for me, it’s for my soul, I don’t understand your question.
“Vainly I sought nourishment in shadows and errors.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, from A Personal Anthology; “Baltasar Gracián,”
“Me, inside myself, always waiting for something that my mind can’t define.”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Moments,”
“The poem wants to flower, like a flower. It knows that much. It wants to open itself, like the door of a little temple, so that you might step inside and be cooled and refreshed, and less yourself than part of everything.”
— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “Flare,”
“I am woman and glory and beauty, I mystery, terror, and doubt.”
— James Stephens, from Insurrections: Poems; “The Red-Haired Man’s Wife,”
“I have swallowed an iron moon.”
— Chelsea Wolfe, from “Abyss,” released c. 2015; “Iron Moon,”
“How can they silence me when all the echoes of the universe shall be symphonies in my forehead?”
— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth; “Song to Lull you to Sleep,”
