Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West
CHILDHOOD
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THE THINGS
THAT dog that DOG ITS ONE OF THOSE DOGS
i wore one of those choker necklaces from like ages 6-11
RIGHT IN THE CHILDHOOD
Omg.
Yo, I’m trying to bring back those choker necklaces. Who’s with me?
I had a Pochi robotic dog! I remember I had gotten the wrong robotic dog for Christmas and I was SO upset that it wasn’t Pochi, so my mom returned it and got me a Pochi.
I STILL HAVE THAT MAP THING
I STILL HAVE DOG.
I LOST EVERY SINGLE MARKER IN THAT SET
This was one of the most baffling things of my whole childhood.
(From the show The Big Comfy Couch!)
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“ plainwater: essays and poetry — the anthropology of water: kinds of water, anne carson
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Therese Awwad, ‘My loneliness ages like wine’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “My loneliness
ages like wine.”]
Aisha Arna’out. ‘Out of my darkness’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “Out of my darkness
I gathered blossoms of starlight”]
Rainer Maria Rilke, "You who never arrived." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
“Maybe memory is all the home / you get.”
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— John Murillo, from “Mercy, Mercy Me,” Kontemporary Amerikan Poetry
“Maybe memory is all the home / you get. And rage …”
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish…what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists, and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
DEAD POETS SOCIETY
1989 | dir. Peter Weir
