“The Tree of Fire”, Ada Limon

This poem isn’t anything crazy for me, but I like the sentiment. The being alive more often by noticing the beauties present, how much we take for granted and hence lose sight of it, place your baseline low and suck every sweet cigaret breath out of life.

There’s this nice quote by Eric Berne (posted by Maria Popova) that goes: Intimacy is a candid Child-to-Child relationship with no games and no mutual exploitation… This freedom of the Child is the essential part of intimacy, and it turns the whole universe, including the sun, moon, and stars, into a golden apple for both parties to enjoy.
Isn’t that beautiful? Intimacy, childishness is what I am going toward, what I am yearning and missing. Help me fill this?

“After Language”, Chaia Heller

I enjoy the small meta aspect of this poem.

“And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rupture Comes”, Hanif Abdurraqib

The ambivalence here, I like it.

From Susan Sontag: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.
She also writes on this idea of demolishing the barrier/distinction between thought and feeling. Thinking is a form of feeling; feeling is a form of thinking.

I went to see the Archduke Trio live today, and the rendition was meh and kinda out of sync, but someone said somthing about Archducklings and I thought that was cute.