one day I will give my heart to philosophy.
for now I will keep my heart in my mouth.

We are all very anxious

arte povera

Advancing in incomprehension

Long Distance, Laila Halaby

I folded myself and sent me to you

in place of the usual crinkled letters, 

or so I imagined. What would you do

if it was me in your postbox, not pictures?

Would you read me over one hundred times

the way I do with each smile you send

long distance? Would you break the pantomimes

the oceans made me think would never end?

I know what you'd do: iron the folds out,

pin me to the wall in your living room

where I could hear your voice of exile shout

in person, and let me study your gloom,

from which you seek refuge in caress 

of a young girl who can't pronounce your name.

You sing ghazals to her with bold finesse

but she dances on your grave just the same.

Some would say your exile is not so bad

and that you are living well in freedom, 

but all I see inside your eyes is sad

stories of a king without his kingdom

repeat

'I had warned him, that I'm no longer subject to his will, that I've changed, from now on I'll treat everyone the way I'm treating him, with immediate retaliation for every breach of contract'

the madness of sincerity

everything I am suffers because you are not you
everyone suffers because we are not where we should be
The world suffers because we cannot answer to eachother
we cannot answer to eachother yet

"I proposed to you an enigma / I came not to you". 

“Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sigh that you will recognize it.” 

― Simone Weil

the wounded healer

The Pit & the Pyramid.

‘Pervaded by a sense of intolerable oppression, lit by sudden shafts of delight in the natural world, their concise artistry proclaims how consumately she knew and rode her devils.’

your love is like an egg,
that you threw at me.

"I don’t want to."

"It was the inconsequence of the act that shocked … Love, devotion, effort, could only pour into her, a jug without a bottom, and then pour out, leaving no trace. She deserved nothing, was owed nothing, could not really be loved and therefore could not be missed. So she had gone."— Doris Lessing, The Memoirs of a Survivor

"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
The world would split open.”

— “Käthe Kollwitz” by Muriel Rukeyser

"To me, the camera is like a gun"

"Because you say "I" for me."

"When are you going to get over him?"

“She has kept her head lowered…to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns, and walks away.”

“I’d rather go blind, than to see you walk away from me.”
 

"I’m not like you. I don’t feel like you."

"I didn’t want any flowers"

"Make me change my life"

"He gave me a present. He wants to kill me."

"I Love You"

"I’m always bumping into other people’s unconscious"

We met. For Breakfast. At 5am. O my...

misplaced affection

i've eaten far too much of the wrong things.

is it possible for two to exist without overthrowing eachother  ?

Was our love the total eclipse?

I must begin by accepting myself and not feeling the punitive horror of every time I fall, for when I fall the human race inside me falls too.

lament

ləˈmɛnt/

Theres you and theres me, and theres everything in between
I told you I was an atheist, you said, I've never met a woman closer to God than you.