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“To mourn is to be alive.”

— — Roland Barthes, from The Neutral, as quoted in Kate Zambreno’s Appendix Project

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Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

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James Tate

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James Tate

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Song : Liability by Lorde

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“(…) my dreams slice me into pieces.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Lost Lie in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

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James Tate, from the prose-poem "Jan's Scary Novel"

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James Tate, Memory Palace

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i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

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I asked Jasper if he had any ideas about the coming revolution. “I didn’t know there was a revolution coming,” he said. “Well, people are pretty disgusted. There might be,” I said. “I wish you wouldn’t just make things up. You’re always trying to fool with me,” he said. “There are soldiers everywhere. It’s hard to tell which side they’re on,” I said. “They’re against us. Everyone’s against us. Isn’t that what you believe?” he said. “Not everyone. There are a few misguided stragglers who still believe in something or other,” I said. “Well, that gives me heart,” he said. “Never give up the faith,” I said. “Who said I ever had any?” he said. “Shame on you, Jasper. It’s important to believe in the cause,” I said. “The cause of you digging us deeper into a hole?” he said. “No, the cause of the people standing together for their rights, freedom and all,” I said. “Well, that’s long gone. We have no rights,” he said. We fell silent for the next few minutes. I was staring out the window at a rabbit in the yard. Finally, I said, “I was just saying all that to amuse you.” “So was I,” he said. “Do you believe in God?” I said. “God’s in prison,” he said. “What’d he do?” I said. “Everything,” he said.

— James Tate, Desperate Talk

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Agha Shahid Ali

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"All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing."

— Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

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Mary Oliver, from the book "A Thousand Mornings"

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What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?

These are some of my favorites:

An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi

Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf

From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri

From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri

Reality, Rabia al-Basri

Love, Rabia al-Basri

The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis

The Wound, Adonis

I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi

The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed

The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan

Exculpation, Khalil Mutran

Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika

Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika

A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar

A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh

Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi

Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah

The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi

A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi

A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi

Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar

Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish 

Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj

Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman

Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah

Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani