DO YOU HEAR ME? GET UP.

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i’ve barely ever drank almond milk but the term soothes me a lot. i think i like the way the words feel better than i like the actual drink. also i know moon milk does not exist, but it sounds equally good. also blender bottle. glacier. groundswell. ashplant. cylinder. and the phrase swisher sweet is pure poetry. i’m not synesthetic and sort of disappointed at this, but there are many words i’d like to eat or else hold in my mouth like marbles.

i fucking love tumblr on new years i scroll past a glittertext gif wishing me a happy 2002 i scroll past my mutual wishing me a happy 2018 i scroll past a gifset wishing me a happy 2013 i scroll p

What should a poet do in such a world? Write poems. Zbigniew Herbert, as a Warsaw adolescent, saw the only choice clearly enough when he said: "One might still offer / even to the betrayed world / a rose."To write poetry, even in the most hopeless of situations, is an act of faith-not only in poetry itself, but in the world. And who knows? Maybe someone will even read you someday, awaken to his or her own life, and live it with little more laughter and sanity, more dignity and passion.

From "War as Parable and War as Fact: Herbert and Firche"

Ibrahim Nasrallah, “Palestinian,” trans. Huda Fakhreddine

“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

— fatima aamer bilal; coffin heart? bury me.

i am going to check the despair. i am on this earth to read the poems my friends write and to fall in love w songs i hear through those i love and listen to my siblings thunderclap of wild laughter from the other room and crunch frost-bitten grass beneath my feet and watch pigeons jauntily flocking in and out of derelict windows and count dust motes in a shaft of early morning light in midwinter and and and and and. goodnight.

Everything begins, therefore, with belief.

The greatest force in the human body is the natural drive of the body to heal itself - but that force is not independent of the belief system, which can translate expectations into physiological change. Nothing is more wondrous about the fifteen billion neurons in the human brain than their ability to convert thoughts, hopes, ideas, and attitudes into chemical substances. Everything begins, therefore, with belief. What we believe is the most powerful option of all." — Norman Cousins, Anatomy of an Illness as Perceived by the Patient: Reflections on Healing and Regeneration (Open Road Media, September 27, 2016) (via Alive on All Channels)