Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written on February 1922
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
I’ve realised I only turn to my diary when the days are bad and if this isn’t confirmation that human pain is the brush and pen of art, poetry and literature I don’t know what is.
“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free”
— Michaelangelo Buonarroti
{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}
{Charles Bukowski/Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet}
{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
Dancing Fairies by August Malmström (1866)
The Fairy Dance by Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach (1895)