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author: ได้ยินมาว่าเชนคิดถึงผม 🌊🌖🌌🧀 | I find solace where the letters run amok | poetry, literature, BL, astronomy, cryptic crossword, iwaoi, patrochilles, permets-tu? |
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Heaven’s light by root, reflected in some noir observatory (5)
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ในบางคราข้าพเจ้าถูกสะกิดเตือน
ถึงความว่างเปล่าแห่งชีวิตตน
ลอยเรื่อยในกระแสธารประวัติศาสตร์มนุษย์
ผ่านมานับพันปี นับพันปี นับพันปี
ที่จะล่วงผ่านไป ผ่านไป ผ่านไป
เป็นเพียงน้ำหยดน้อยในสายน้ำที่ไม่มีวันหยุดไหล
ข้าพเจ้ารู้สึกร่างตน แผ่ขยายไพศาล
ทว่าว่างเปล่าเหลือเกิน
และข้าพเจ้าไม่รู้ ว่าจะทำอย่างไรกับชีวิตจากนี้ดี
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dearh?
huh
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A poem that makes me go awww
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That’s what I first thought too, that it was a quote about someone realizing they have fallen in love. Turned out it was a bit more tragic than that.
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(10/10)
What a better way to end this if not with this
To live in this world
a poem by Mary Oliver
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because well it is ever dear to me
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(9/10)
“On the day that a certain someone left, Oscar learnt that he, too, held an ocean within his heart. Vast. Infinite. And to these days he can still feel inside an endless multitude of emotions ever falling, softly.
My mind is sure a petulent wanderer, he thinks.”
— From my own novel
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(8/10)
I think this is Esteban’s, if memories serve well.
The Bridge of San Luis Rey is an equally beautiful book. It is only about 130 pages long with silk smooth prose and toucing sentiment. Certainly one can finish it within a go.
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(7/10)
It depends on which version you prefer. The more accepted reading is the left one, or so my friend who knows Chinese told me.
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(6/10)
“You have been there since I was born. And I don’t know a world where you don’t exist. Because you were born earlier, waiting for me.”
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(5/10)
Valentine’s is associated more with romantic love, but I just can’t help it.
« I hope you never love anyone as much as I love you. Over. »
A dialogue between Oskar the boy and his granny.
Read it and ask: does this pain have a name? And who christened it? Love, grief? Both, perhaps?
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(4/10)
Vous qui souffrez parce que vous aimez, aimez plus encore.
What a code to live by. Or not.
This is from a letter from Marius to Cosette. In the book, the letter lasted several pages and served somehow as a compendium of amorous adages. This one line specifically is etched into my memory.
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Non est crimen amor
‘love is not a crime’
First found on the epigraph of Boswell’s tome (in case booksky is interested; a classic read on gay and christianity), the poem has kinda stuck with me ever since. It serves to encapsulate the essence of the book, I suppose, and excellently so.
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(2/10)
I don’t think The Pilgrim Kamanita is popular anywhere else save Thailand, where the gorgeously translated edition is included in Thai classic literary repertoire.
If you ask Thai people what the color of love is, some perhaps will answer ´black’. This is what they’re talking about.
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The sweetest of all. My dearest lines on love are from Paradise Lost—Eve to Adam.
I mean, so devotionally sweet if you take it a tidbit out of context (and yes we are doing that here). Also, look at the use of Paradox, which I adore! Paradox is the crown; all hail paradox!
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นั่งไถกิฟอยู่แล้วขอเลือกอันนี้นะคะ 555555555 แปกๆ ตลกดี
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That moment, I— Gosh, your face never betrayed you, and neither did your words. How could I know? But then you, look at you—sitting behind the wheel, saying nothing. And I—watching you drive us to Godknowswhere. I didn’t know what to say. But that moment I was sure of it: I could ask you the moon.
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You never said much. You wore not even a smile. How could I know if you—. I asked you to drive me there, some place. You dropped everything, heading to the car. And you were so at ease. So chill, like, it was a natural thing to do.
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I’m considering getting the book. Its premise sounds fascinating.
Also, 19 of 2025 already?!
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ต้องอัดเสียงลงแล้วค่า อยากได้ยินน
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overthrowing capitalism perhaps?