wendell berry, from “sabbath poems” / david hockney, “lake house, como, rain” / octavio paz, from “as one listens to the rain” tr. eliot weinberger / anne michaels “rain makes its own night” / kawase hasui, “rain at ōmiya” / jean rhys, from “wide sargasso sea” / little forest (2018), dir. yim soon-rye / mary oliver, from “comfort” / only yesterday (1991), dir. isao takahata / tatsuji miyoshi, from “great aso” tr. edith shiffert & yuki sawa
Anne Carson, “Dirt and Desire - Essay on the Phenomenology of Female Pollution in Antiquity” | In the Mood for Love, dir. Wong Kar-wai | May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude | Louise Glück, “Epithalamium” | photographer unknown (via @birsiyahhikayesi ) | Mary Ruefle, “The Cart”
i think the thing that makes me the most emotional in life is the realization that everything i have and everything i see has been touched by other people. someone designed the logo of my favorite tea bags and someone decided which paintings should go in the calendar hanging on my wall. someone built the roof above my head and someone paved the street outside my house. someone made this pair of glasses specific for me, someone picked the pear i ate with my lunch and someone designed my favorite sweater. every book i read, every song i listen to, every film i watch, tens, if not hundreds of people had to be there to make it happen. even if i am alone, i am always surrounded by other human beings - a fact that makes my heart squeeze in on itself everytime i remember it.
