Dreams
The carriers of my truths
Keep unveiling
my inability to dance
In and with the moment.
i lack shadow
“I’m a master at speaking silently, all my life I’ve spoken silently and I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One.
“Read between the lines, Then meet me in the silence if you can.”
May Sarton, from Letters from Maine: New Poems; “Letters from Maine”
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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“The End begins before you are ever aware of it. It passes as ordinary.”— Ling Ma, Severance
Fate,
Fated me.
I am on a constant lookout
For the unveiling.
On the wait for the grand reveal
Of the masterplan.
Oh all knowing,
Invite me to sit with you.
Strange violin, are you following me?
In how many distant cities already
Has your lonely night spoken to mine?
Are a hundred playing you? Or only one?
Are there in all the giant cities
Men like this, who without you
Would already be gone into the rivers?
And why am I always the one who hears it?
Why am I always the neighbor to those men
Who force you in fear to sing
And to say: The heaviness of life
Is heavier even than the weight of things.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Didn’t I tell you that living pinches? Well, I went to sleep and dreamed that I was writing you a majestic largo and it was even more true than what I’m writing to you: it was without fear. I forgot what I wrote in the dream, everything returned to the nothing, returned to the Force of what Exists and that is sometimes called God.
Clarice Lispector · Água Viva (1973)
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Richard Siken, from “Wishbone”, Crush
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