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— March 10, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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Jesus has a tattoo of La Virgen De Guadalupe covering his back. turns out he’s your cousin Jesus from the block. turns out he gets reincarnated every day & no one on Earth cares all that much.

— José Olivarez, from “A Mexican Dreams of Heaven” published in The Adroit Journal

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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real estate, richard siken (2020)

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Mahmoud Darwish (trans. Mohammad Shaheen), Like a Hand Tattoo in an Ode by an Ancient Arab Poet

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Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

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May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal [ID in alt text]

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C. A. Singh • Comp Het

9-1-23

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“Killed Holmes.” - The diary of Arthur Conan Doyle, Dec. 1893 (x)

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"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

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What should a poet do in such a world? Write poems. Zbigniew Herbert, as a Warsaw adolescent, saw the only choice clearly enough when he said: "One might still offer / even to the betrayed world / a rose."To write poetry, even in the most hopeless of situations, is an act of faith-not only in poetry itself, but in the world. And who knows? Maybe someone will even read you someday, awaken to his or her own life, and live it with little more laughter and sanity, more dignity and passion.

From "War as Parable and War as Fact: Herbert and Firche"

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“Trapped”

Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg

@/lilboyblueish on Instagram

Poem by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood

We Both Laughed In Pleasure by Lou Sullivan

cis people asking cis questions by Silas Denver Melvin (@sweatermuppet)

Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote

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— February 19, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries

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Viva Varda! (Pierre-Henri Gibert, 2023)