“Abandon Yourself (…) Abandon Your Heavy Legs To The Floating Meadows,”

“The bowl of wild roses. The English knives and forks. Greek cigarettes. The battered and sea-stained notebook in which I rough out my poems.”

— Lawrence Durrel, from Prospero’s Cell: and Reflections on a Marine Venus (1945)

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

musings on april

Sylvia Plath (Leon Dabo), Edna St. Vincent Millay, E. E. Cummings, Naguib Mahfouz (Edgar Degas), E. E. Cummings (Édouard Manet), Rabindranath Tagore, T. S. Eliot (Edgar Degas), F. Scott Fitzgerald (Alphonse Osbert)

Samuel Beckett, letter to Morris Sinclair (March 4th, 1934), The Letters of Samuel Beckett, Vol. I: 1929-1940 [ID'd]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931