Poetry Is So Weird. Sometimes I Read A Poem And I’m Like Eh, And Sometimes I Read That Same Poem And

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are there any poems you have on home, if its ok to ask? i feel homesick for a home beyond my reach and thought i could come to you.

“I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.”

— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

“it’s as if I had to go back home on foot, alone, barefoot not knowing where far away, everybody else went long ago”

— Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream (tr. Beverly Bie Brahic)

“[ON LOSING LOVE]: This is the model I propose. You are arriving home and as you approach the garage you try to work your routine magic. Nothing happens; the doors remain closed. You do it again. Again nothing. At first puzzled, then anxious, then furious with disbelief, you sit in the driveway with the engine running; you sit there for weeks, months, for years, waiting for the doors to open. But you are in the wrong car, in front of the wrong garage, waiting outside the wrong house. One of the troubles is this: the heart isn't heart shaped.”

— Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10 and 1/2 Chapters

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“‘I’m homesick all the time,’ she said, still not looking at him. ‘I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”

— Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon 

“Wickedness has leaked into the home I made, / and I want to burn it down. Sister, tell me / how you stand the murderous fury. You there / still singing, I crave demolishing, to eat / explosives.”

— Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “Home Fires”

“At the core of all sighs is a name, a stone from the body’s last lost home.”

— Karen Solie, from “Days Inn,” Short Haul Engine

“To ask “Where is home?” as if there is one answer. To write home in a poem, like a poem could be a home—is this happy or sad?”

— Chen Chen, from “Craft Capsule: On Becoming a Pop Star, I Mean, a Poet”

“Feeling what we all feel: home is a forgotten recipe, a spice we can find nowhere, a taste we can never reproduce, exactly.”

— Richard Blanco, from “Mexican Almuerzo in New England”

— Ross Gay, from Bringing the Shovel Down; “Because”

“I want to ask was there ever one / moment when all of it relented, / when rain and ocean and their own / sense of home were revealed to them / as one and the same?”

— Eavan Boland, from In a Time of Violence

“I: Why not take the shorter way home. HT: There is no shorter way home.”

— Anne Carson, from Men in the Off Hours; “Interview with Hara Tamiki (1950)”

Pulp Fiction (1994), dir. Quentin Tarantino

Details: Design for The Magic Flute: The Hall of Stars in the Palace of the Queen of the Night, Act 1, Scene 6. 1847–49. By Karl Friedrich Schinkel.

There are no rules on when to be productive.

If you cannot function in the morning

You can do your work, homework, chores, etc. at 3am

You can go grocery shopping at 11:29pm on a thursday

You can shower, make your bed, brush your teeth at 3pm

You can write an essay in your bed at 9pm and go to bed at 1am

Don't force yourself to wake up at 5am to be productive and then think the day's ruined when you wake at noon

Doing something in a weird way is still doing something

ocean vuong / @nolanisms (via) / novo amor / looking for langston (1989, dir. isaac julien, via) / jas ratchford / evie hilliar (via) / broken social scene

Times Square, 1978.

“Lilith’s name is etymologically related to the Sumerian word ‘lil’ (wind), not to the Hebrew word ‘laylah’ (night), as was long supposed; it is also translated as wind-storm and screech owl. Among her many names: Astarte, Lamashtu, Labartu, Lillake, Lilit, Lilithu, Mahalat, Abyzu, Ailo, Ardat Lili, Broxa, Gelou, Lalla, Ptrotk, Ostara or Eostre (the Goddess of Easter lilies), Belit-Ili, Belili and Baalat (‘Divine Lady’ to the Caananites.) Though some also confuse her with Lilu, the lilu-demons were actually male. By the same token, though Lilith is frequently accused of being a child-killer, it was the lilu, not the lilitu demon, which preyed on children.” 

- Deborah Grenn-Scott, Lilith’s Fire: Reclaiming Our Sacred Lifeforce

* (art: Lilith the Snake, and Eve by Yuri Klapoukh, 1963)

idk why the line “to love another person is to see the face of god” was ever written when the same effect could have been achieved by shooting me in the face

Details: Leuchtturm im Hafen von Neapel bei Mondschein by Josef Rebell, 1827