14.09.
it was misty this morning. reminded me a lot of ‘Death in Venice’
Jorie Graham, from “San Sepolcro”, The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems
Tomas Transtromer, from"Streets in Shanghai“ Bright Scythe
Granada Cathedral.
It is so cruel that we think we’re wasting time when we’re doing something that we love and that does not have any materialistic returns
“A golden cage is still just a cage.”
-Anita Krizzan
chaotic academia is [writes on hand] [ink on ankles] [ink on elbows] [ink on neck] [urge to buy white flowy dresses] [writing unfinished poems] [making a big deal of birthdays] [writing prose and poetry for friends] [forgetting mundane schoolwork] [researching something niche] [reading old queer love letters] [editing a friend's book] [wishing for love] [shouting into the void silently] [reading incessantly]
richard siken, the torn-up road
dead poets society (1989, written by tom schulman)
I will tell it to you one day and you'll see everything make sense. And please embrace me and whisper sweet things to me.
"The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for."
-Oscar Wilde