forgot to buy cherries this summer.

so pleased you snagged the Mayröcker.

Hilda Doolittle and nectarines.

and bring back record shops. heard life-altering music for the first time in record shops.

[weather report from Virginia Woolf] “…the blue seems eternal…”

totally…

yessss.

so excited for this. congratulations, Nate.

Eyes Wide Shut at 1.

reading Blanchot on his birthday, which is also the first day of autumn.

Blanchot: “Very close to me was a great unhappiness, as silent as a real unhappiness can be, beyond all help, unknown, and which nothing could cause to appear.”

Christina…🖤

“She stole little things from my kitchen—walnuts, chalk, hand-rolled cigarettes—and kept them in the pockets of her winter coat as if they were sacred objects.”

for the love of Sonja.

“Nowhere was right here. Here was nowhere. Being here one was nowhere, in time and space there was no such thing as anywhere.” —H.D.

your voice goes perfectly with tea.

Judith Hermann: “…cake belongs to a completely different world, a world lost and gone.”

“…her habit of murmuring isolated lines of poetry to herself and then listening into the void, as if the poems continued there.” —Judith Hermann

“I need reading to produce writing, the latter a creative process that, as most people know, organizes and clarifies thought, unearths and generates new tangents and connections, and leads to other forms of making.” —Moyra Davey