"The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something keenly alive on the desert even though it is vast and empty and untouchable—and knows no kindness with all...
J.E. Petersen • Uncomfortable on Purpose
Substack • 'I'm Too Lazy and Mediocre to Deserve the Life I Want!'
Even in the most terrible chapters of my life I have always known a certain, savage beauty—in the color of the sky, the sense of birds flying close to my ear, the feel of the soft-loam earth and the joy of running through the untended woods until I became more animal than spirit.
Claire Oshetsky • Poor Deer: A Novel
The beauty of Basho’s prose, however, took the negative aspects of old age, loneliness, and death and imbued them with a serene sense of beauty.
Andrew Juniper • Wabi Sabi: The Japanese Art of Impermanence
On Days I Hate My Body, I Remember Redwoods
Joy Sullivan, Instructions for Traveling West
Give me more time on earth, and I'd take any body. A body ripe or ruined. Monstrous or errant. Make me a redwood tree.
Body becoming branch becoming sky becoming breath. Make me a slug upon her neck. The moth wilting at her roots.
I don't want a heavenly body, but
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