I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.– Anna Kamienska, from In That Great River: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)
This is the sadness of the sea— waves like words, all broken— a sameness of...– William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter, from Collected Poems (1921-1931)
Also! Also. It is not slut shaming to note that someone’s schtick is in...
More and more these days I see myself as something... →
2011: The year I spent reblogging maura. I’ve been trying to understand (or I should say, see another way of understanding) sentiments like “making art (even bad art) out of your experience actually *is* a daring feminist act, regardless of intent” and “Everything we write is an exclusive, because it only happened to us” as providing a critical framework for some of...
Also my new favorite medical term of all time is “neural insult.” NOT THAT I’M GOOGLING SYMPTOMS BEC I KNOW THAT’S NOT SMART.
Even a map cannot show you the way back to a place that no longer exists.– Sandra M. Castillo, from “Christmas, 1970” (via growing-orbits)