saramountain:

Dear Hairless Erin,

There is a woman sitting
next to me who has a
glacier inside her. She says
she didn’t know it was there
until it started to melt.
She says it’s going
to take years.
She says
I am less numb
but it hurts more.

She cries sometimes,
at night, & her tears
are colder than anything
I have ever felt.
It is shocking to touch one.
My whole hand spasms.
The ceiling here is wood
sloped like the inside
of a roof and I can feel
my eyes roll down it
toward the walls.

The woman sitting next to me
is a painter and there is a pile
of things she has painted
during her time here.
These are watercolors she made
from the makeup in her bag,
of blooming shapes outlined
into clear thingness.
This is all a process, she tells me.

In the morning
sometimes the woman
will change clothes before
she thinks I am awake
& I see her & I think she is
beautiful but I know she does not
understand her own beauty.
In the afternoon I tell her
this & she says so what.
Let’s say I am beautiful,
she says. What then?

The night here is cold
& I wonder about her glacier.
I wonder what canyons
or mountains it has made.

Love,
Sara

sara wrote this poem for me, it’s so good

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"Here’s what I think is wrong with boring people to no purpose. It’s not just that it corrupts their attention, makes them less capable, in other words, of being patient with important things that require a tolerance, to some greater purpose, of some boring time. The real danger lies, I think, in this: that boredom has intimately to do with power. One has only to think of hypnosis, of being mesmerized. Monotony, as a literal method of enthrallment. So this claim to find art in boredom, for its own sake or as one of the modes of alienation, is not simply a harmless misunderstanding, which finds it avant garde to stupefy. Deliberate, pointless boredom is a kind of menace, and a disturbing exercise of power. Of course, that is not always our problem here."

Renata Adler, Pitch Dark. This passage in particular jumped out at me as a predictor of what internet discourse is like: get bored, move on to the next thing, skim, move on. A method of exercising power. Of course, that is not always our problem here.

(I loved this book. Does anyone want to talk to me about this book and also my half-baked theory that Kate Ennis in Pitch Dark and Kate in Wittgenstein’s Mistress are the same character? Hit me up!)

favorite words: a twine poem
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A nice thing about being a little more disciplined with writing is I can rationalize buying a lot of books for “research” or something like that. I took this picture so that I could say “these are all the books I’ve bought this summer,” but then I realized I left off at least two books of poems, including IF U DON’T LOVE THE MOON YOUR AN ASS HOLE which I just finished. Plus the two on the right standing up are library books that I keep renewing. The shorter right-hand stack is books I’ve at least started, and the taller stack I don’t even know where to start with. Do you know where I should start?

A nice thing about being a little more disciplined with writing is I can rationalize buying a lot of books for “research” or something like that. I took this picture so that I could say “these are all the books I’ve bought this summer,” but then I realized I left off at least two books of poems, including IF U DON’T LOVE THE MOON YOUR AN ASS HOLE which I just finished. Plus the two on the right standing up are library books that I keep renewing. The shorter right-hand stack is books I’ve at least started, and the taller stack I don’t even know where to start with. Do you know where I should start?

in our hearts there's a spark
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