Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical;
Don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion.
Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
// Franz Kafka
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MIND: Kiss
Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she’s missed.
How had I ever settled for less?
I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear,
speaking sense. It’s the Good,
defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. We married as soon as we could.
The Kiss // Stephen Dunn
MIND: Inexplicable
I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my immense indifference to them… But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them.
The First Man // Albert Camus
SOL: Stella
He gets high off the ways my
Body opens and creates space
Intergalactic highways through
Arteries making his heart race
Watching muscle stiffen and
Clench in unspoken haste
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Something Better to Send Into the Ether.”
MIND: Fluid
I have never been able to understand people with consistent lives – people who, for example, grow up in a liberal Catholic household and stay that way; or who in junior high school are already laying down a record on which to run for president one day. Imagine having no discarded personalities, no vestigial selves, no visible ruptures with yourself, no gulf of self-forgetfulness, nothing that requires explanation, no alien version of yourself that requires humor and accommodation. What kind of life is that?
Tongues Untied // Michael Warner
MIND: Opaque
It is all happening, here and now, the past is waiting for me, it has the blue colour of her eyes.
// Bo Carpelan
MIND: Shell
I come home – and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt.
// Virginia Woolf
MIND: Idyllic
Write, read, sun & swim. Oh, to live like this.
The Unabridged Journals // Sylvia Plath
MIND: Awareness
People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
// Anton Chekhov
MIND: Internal
You have to pull yourself together in order to fall apart. I move in extremes. I need a quiet place to process it all and write. I’m one of those people that get really affected by other people’s energy. Honestly, I can be a bit of a wild animal when someone fucks with me – I don’t take it well, but I also don’t want to be known as someone not able to control my rage, so instead I withdraw.
// Chelsea Wolfe
