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  • To read

  • Quotations

  • Tweets

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Quotations:

I want the word death. I want the word God. I also want peonies and the color blue. The words are growing in the field [...] like flowers, and I pick the ones I like.

-Mary Ruefle


everything reds to cacophony.

-Shana Bulhan


i just want to be a girl incapacitated for hours

-Shana Bulhan


i love you like collapse

-Shana Bulhan


i need to citizen my longing

-Shana Bulhan


I try letting the woods in. I wear all green to remember that I am real.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


To really listen is to trust that we have all been cut by dissonance. To not lose yours through the funnel but clang it, angry tender against mine.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


Of course, some cities can be worn instead of bodies. Isn’t that why we all came here.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


Autumn falls inevitably, teething on its vowel shifts.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


It is raining now and only I am here: brief miracle.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


I want to remain permeable.

-Dani Smotrich-Barr


Every few pages: “This has been the most terrible day of my life.”

-Kate Ellis, “Matrilineal Descent”


When the forest is cut down

the earth replaces her losses.

When we lose our first families

we grow new ones.

-Kate Ellis, “Matrilineal Descent”


Persephone and Demeter

parted in a field.

She was playing on the grass

when the earth opened up.

-Kate Ellis, “Matrilineal Descent”


I was the first son my mother bore / that lived.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


How I would

like to believe in passion again,

wind churning through our bodies.

Calf muscles seizing.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


I, ghost, took you, ghost, to be my lawful—

my body still craving to be broken into

like a window; yours the rock that smashes.

-Steve Bellin-Oka, Tet


How little I understood the loss of you would etch my future skin like pavement cracks.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


If a poem is a prayer, which it is,

-Steve Bellin-Oka


An orchard white with broken

blossoms, strewn fruit fallen.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


When / two people wake in a house / and do not touch each other—

-Steve Bellin-Oka


I’ve learned to read / the fear in your body.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


All afternoon the shipyard

burned: black columns of smoke

corroding the October air.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


Fire / is a taste, acetate on the tongue.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


The body is a charred room / abandoned to the air.

-Steve Bellin-Oka


Sometimes I wanted to go and live in a place apart forever, a place where I could roll around in the dirt and lick things.

-Lauren Slater


I stand beneath a cumulus cloud—feeling no joy, / no deliverance.

-Megan Denton Ray


This I know for certain: I was muddy, but I was lovable.

-Megan Denton Ray


I dreamt of slinging

peach pits into the creek behind our house.

For years, I dreamt of drowning in that creek,

or anywhere, really.

-Megan Denton Ray


What’s more intimate than swimming

in the ocean with your beloved? O God, the slick.

The spray.

-Megan Denton Ray


Thinking is almost always a kind of prayer.

-Ben Fama


Prayer is whatever you say on your knees.

-Ben Fama


She’s become transparent / as a sliver of soap.

-Kate Ellis, “Matrilineal Descent”


The thing about good stories is that they trust their readers to come to their own conclusions sometimes. Good stories understand that sometimes, inevitably, those conclusions will be wrong, but they also understand that the risk is worth it.

-Mel Thomas


The anti-aging sector has long used the language of “feeling like yourself again” as a sales tactic. It perpetuates the idea that you, as you are now, are not the real you. It capitalizes on the innately human quest for identity and convinces you that you will not be real until you are "beautiful". It conditions you to prioritize the imagined self — a self that not only doesn’t exist, but will never exist — over your present self. It encourages you to pursue living in the past (“I want to feel like myself again”) or the future (“I’ll go to the beach when I finally lose weight”) in lieu of living in the now. It keeps you from being in the present moment (which, to my limited knowledge, is kind of the point of life).

-Jessica DeFino


This has been such a hard time to write poems, for all of us, I think. And I don’t like redemptive poems. If the redemption comes just by chance, okay, but I don’t like poems that push toward or try for redemption. In one of my poems for this next book, I said, “There are too many poems about light.” There are so many poems—now that I’ve said it, if you haven’t noticed it, you’re going to start—that always end up with light. And it’s like, where did you learn that? That’s something I probably learned from therapy—doing it and having it. Don’t have false resolutions and false redemptions. Poems don’t have to resolve. They don’t have to save the situation

-Diane Seuss


I don’t ask about the procedure of skinning a dead animal but understand. One creates distance from the thing that is held. There is blood on the hands, always.

-Julia Madsen


Desire. Lord, the things / I know & wish to unknow.

-Ayokunle Falomo


How difficult / it is to resist metaphor.

-Ayokunle Falomo


How exacting it is to unknot the imagined / self from the self that inhabits this body now.

-Ayokunle Falomo


I am interested in repair / Without shame. I am / Interested in restitution / With anger.

-Charif Shanahan


I belonged / nowhere and I wanted company / in the flicker of night.

-Natalie Scenters-Zapico


What I wouldn’t give / to be a stranger.

-Natalie Scenters-Zapico


You have faith in quiet things. / Live-oaks. Nightfall.

-Laura Paul Watson


i’m addicted / to feeling. are you not set aflush by the gall of a streetlight / mimicking the moon?

-Anthony Thomas Lombardi


In addition to tiger stripes, I’ve also seen cellulite called “fancy fat” and upper-lip hair called “angel hair.” As someone who has cellulite, a dark lady-mustache courtesy of my Italian forefathers, and stretch marks, these twee terms don’t soothe me; they make me feel patronized and somehow marketed to, like a girlboss lurks ‘round the bend ready to sell me a Fancy Fat Smoothing Loofah, Angel Hair Bleaching Cream, or Tiger Stripe Taming Tonic. Pass.

-Mikala Jamison


The content that grates my soul most profoundly is often grating because of the reception, the Discourse, and not necessarily the content.

-Shelby Lorman


I am uncomfortable existing as a product. I am not a product, but it can be hard to separate out, and protect, in our current extremely online era, the part of ourselves that creates, from the part that has to put on a little outfit and go be a person and tell other people about the things we create or want to create, so that we can make money and buy ingredients to cook the dinners that end up getting knocked on the floor. The world of online professional relationships is so fucking confusing, and writers are often so vulnerable. It is so important for artists of all kinds to guard the parts of ourselves that make the art.

-Summer Brennan


If the sky is such a cliché / Why is it falling?

-Ana Božičević


Tweets:

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Finn Franklin
Apr 17Liked by Despy Boutris

I adore this selection of quotes. They are making me feel so many feelings, big and small. Thank you!

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ars poetica
Writes Ars Poetica
Apr 17

“there are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times”

it is autumn in Australia. teething on vowel shifts... i often think of how the leaves move my bones in their falling:

"I suspect the world remembers everything—

time and bones and words flung together,

and me in it, suspecting. If we can believe

in photons—entities that possess movement

but not mass, and if the spirit, too

is made of light—then who am I to say

I haven’t lived before—or you,

and thus this tenderness?

Who am I to doubt that grace

is elemental like fire—or that souls

have no need of us, finally?"

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