Ilya Kaminsky, "Letters", You Are Here: Poetry In The Natural World

focused hours

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lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it

Dekho. Sab moh maya hai. So jao. Sleep is the only truth.

I just want to disappear into this universe. Be the sun and the sand,  the wind and the water  moving aimlessly. I want to be the dance  between the earth, the sky and the waves. Be the energy that holds  everything in its place. And then I just want to appear as a tiny human being and open my eyes and open my heart to see myself.

happy new year’s eve <3

beep beep sometimes when you have been in survival mode for a long time the parts of you dedicated to Wanting Things atrophy and you forget how to envision a future that feels rewarding because you are busy with the business of staying alive, and it can seem like your life must be pointless because you can’t imagine any long term goals. sometimes even when you leave survival mode you can’t remember how to Want Things. that doesn’t mean you need to give up on having a good and fulfilling life, it just means that Wanting Things is a muscle you need to gradually strengthen. the part of you that has dreams and aspirations is still there, it just fell asleep, but if you wiggle it enough it can and will regain feeling. it’s okay to start small

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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Ibrahim Nasrallah, “Palestinian,” trans. Huda Fakhreddine