Prosemoireia

I don’t know how to live in this world lightly.

Some memories I grip too tight,

Some crush my shoulders.

- This Anatomy of Melancholy #2 // L.H.Z

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

— Dogfish, Mary Oliver 

Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

“But I know better. You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive.”

— Adam Silvera, History Is All You Left Me (via incandescentghost)

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via perfectquote)

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)