why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?
— @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry
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BEE LB, from "friction polish"
i complain and i stress and i collapse under my school work until i take a moment, a step back, and realize that i'm studying everything i ever wanted to. i taking classes on auditioning, on women through the history of music, on 18th century literature while taking masterclasses on shakespeare and musical theatre and watching my friends do recitals, watching free concerts, living backstage at the theatre. i'm just so surrounded by art and other people's love for it that i'm just so- filled by it.
Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.
“I tell you what I see—the landscape of the spirit requires a lung, but no tongue. I hold you few I love, till my heart is red as February and purple as March.”
— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland written c. February 1856
—Frida Kahlo
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Dorianne Laux, “I Dare You”
Have you tried yoga? Have you tried aleve? Have you tried physical therapy? Have you tried a chiropractor? Have you tried a new mattress? Have you tired drinking water? Have you tried taking things out of your bookbag? Have you tried losing weight? Have you tried stretching? Have you tried-SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP
November, often overshadowed by the charm of October and the magic of December, holds a quiet beauty of her own. Remnants of Autumn linger, while the anticipation of winter’s first snow begins to settle in. I’m looking forward to cozy nights by the fire and the subtle beauty of bare trees against the dusk sky 🤎
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