ada limón, from during the impossible age of everyone
[text id] there are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. even for an hour.
[Text ID: “She catches sight of herself in the mirror. But is that her over there? is that her, with the face of a scared rabbit, who’s thinking and waiting? (Whose little mouth is that? Whose little eyes are those? Yours, leave me alone.) If I don’t try to save myself, I’ll drown.”]
“He notes that the
crucifixion of God has not ended, because that which happened once in time is repeated
endlessly in eternity. Judas, now, continues to hold out his hand for the silver, continues to
kiss Jesus’ cheek, continues to scatter the pieces of silver in the temple, continues to knot the
noose on the field of blood”.
—Jorge Luis Borges, frag. ‘Tres versiones de Judas’, translated by Andrew Hurley.
“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.”
— What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Raymond Carver
“To vow yourself to someone else is to open a wound. From it blood flows freely, life of you to them. We call it blood brothers. We call it the dying Christ. The Fisher King’s wound becomes him and will not heal. The vow of me to you and you to me is a red vulnerability on a grey shuttered world.”
![luthienne:
“Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
“[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
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