Mocking Jay
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I wasn’t much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.
John Berger quoting an Egyptian poet from three thousand five hundred years ago.
January 31, 2025 at 10:29 AM
John Berger quoting an Egyptian poet from three thousand five hundred years ago.
Talk about a swashbuckler of an introduction.
January 25, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Talk about a swashbuckler of an introduction.
A poem or a memory?
January 19, 2025 at 7:23 AM
A poem or a memory?
The Last Samurai
January 16, 2025 at 2:21 PM
The Last Samurai
What is it like?
January 15, 2025 at 4:20 AM
What is it like?
A poem to split you open.
January 13, 2025 at 9:41 AM
A poem to split you open.
January 12, 2025 at 11:38 AM
‘I am an old man and have known many troubles, most of which never happened.’
- Mark Twain
- Mark Twain
January 7, 2025 at 8:15 AM
‘I am an old man and have known many troubles, most of which never happened.’
- Mark Twain
- Mark Twain
"There are no soft stanzas / in this city of curb sleep and murdered children."
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
January 5, 2025 at 9:26 AM
"There are no soft stanzas / in this city of curb sleep and murdered children."
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
Children?
— Megan Fernandes
— Megan Fernandes
January 4, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Children?
— Megan Fernandes
— Megan Fernandes
Could be any of us?
January 3, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Could be any of us?
The best place to grieve.
January 1, 2025 at 12:19 PM
The best place to grieve.
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
at your center,
as if it were a life.
December 31, 2024 at 4:01 PM
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
at your center,
as if it were a life.
I see my life in this poem. I see this poem in my life.
December 30, 2024 at 10:15 AM
I see my life in this poem. I see this poem in my life.
The poem that never ends.
December 29, 2024 at 5:20 PM
The poem that never ends.
Steinbeck is speaking to you.
December 16, 2024 at 2:22 PM
Steinbeck is speaking to you.
It was me, Murph. I was your ghost.
December 16, 2024 at 5:23 AM
It was me, Murph. I was your ghost.
One must write from deep feeling, said Dostoyevsky.
December 11, 2024 at 10:42 AM
One must write from deep feeling, said Dostoyevsky.
The face of unmitigated grief.
Adrien Brody has a face chiseled out of the sadness of the entire world.
Sadness which belongs to all of us, or maybe none of us.
Adrien Brody has a face chiseled out of the sadness of the entire world.
Sadness which belongs to all of us, or maybe none of us.
December 10, 2024 at 2:41 PM
The face of unmitigated grief.
Adrien Brody has a face chiseled out of the sadness of the entire world.
Sadness which belongs to all of us, or maybe none of us.
Adrien Brody has a face chiseled out of the sadness of the entire world.
Sadness which belongs to all of us, or maybe none of us.
