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inside me there’s an endless screaming

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I used to think that everything was mine. Now I understand Nothing is for me to take or to decide.

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything

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“All year, // I’ve said, You know what’s funny? and then, / Nothing, nothing is funny. Which makes / me laugh // in an oblivion-is-coming sort of way.”

Lover, Ada Limón

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I am cold and out
of memories. My heart is
made of snow. I fear
the coming summer, in case
it can melt all the way down.

The Wakening by Victoria Chang

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Ta-Nehisi Coates, "On Pharaohs" from The Message

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I do not ask
your armies
or
your kisses
or
your death
I have my
own

a division by charles bukowski

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“Keep your eyes and ears open, and your mouth shut. For as long as possible”

Mark Strand

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What I want to do is shout.
Outrage? No. What I want to do is shout
because the world, or what
we took for the world, is breaking, breaking. We were wrong and are not right.
What I want to do is shout! Break! Shout!

“The Outcry” by William Bronk

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"Emotions frozen for fear of filling the world with tears."

Derek Jarman, Modern Nature

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I want to be loved but I don’t want
to open my mouth. I want
to be saved but I don’t want to
kneel down.

Victoria Chang, from With My Back to the World: Poems; “The Islands, 1961”

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In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, as Albert Camus suggested, not to be on the side of the executioners.

A People's History of the United States, Howard Zinn

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There was much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of the spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing.

— from “Winter Hours”; Mary Oliver

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A very small snowflake, you
As if dancing
As if slowly dancing, approach
My face
Instead of falling straight down like all the other snowflakes
Somehow, you spread your wings toward my face
But where did you get to, after that?
I never saw you again.

Han Kang, (Maya West)

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Anton Chekhov - Platonov

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“This is the bitterest winter I can recall. Too cold, even for snow. A world washed innocent and white might bring me some comfort, but no - (…). Everything is grey and cold. It is like purgatory, like my heart.”

— Laura Purcell, from Bone China

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📍The Edges by Angelo Tijssens translated by Michele Hutchison @J_Gorraez
📍The Palace on the Higher Hill by Karim Kattan translated by Jeffrey Zuckerman @FoundryEditions @J_Zuckerman

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Best book I read in 2025:📚
📍The South by Tash Aw @4thEstateBooks
📍Small Boat by Vincent Delecroix, translated by Helen Stevenson @hoperoadpublish
📍Reservoir Bitches by Dahlia de la Cerda, translated by Julia Sanches & Heather Cleary @scribepub

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📍Walk With A Goddess by Ji-min Lee translated by Paige Aniyah Morris  and 📍Social by Lamulu Pakawyan translated by Wen-chi Li & Colin Bramwell @Strangers_Press
📍The Visitor by Maeve Brennan @PressPeninsula

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Comforter, where, where is your comforting?

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I Couldn't Sleep In My Dream - Alice Notley

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In November my heart was so bright that I couldn’t close my eyes

“Dear Choly, From Melan” by Kim Hyesoon, Trans. Don Mee Choi