The entire month of May 2025 in the Sun’s atmosphere.
"BY THE UNDREAMT etched,
the sleeplessly wandered-through breadland
casts up the life mountain.
From its crumb
you knead anew our names,
which I, an eye
similar
to yours on each finger,
probe for
a place, through which I
can wake myself toward you,
the bright
hungercandle in mouth."
--Joris's Celan
"In my writing my instinct was to defy form, but I very much sought in defying it to affirm it, an irony that was difficult enough to articulate, much less defend."
- Percival Everett, Erasure via @jacobwren.bsky.social
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