Katie Condon

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Accidentally radicalized myself by asking questions and reading a lot

Week of 11/10 in Cancer: What can you see into it. The future or anything. Lilac dreams. Things behold.

is pleasantly bewildered by the poetics of the thing, the sense that there is not a rhetorical choreography but instead is an experience articulated so authentically it feels like it’s always already existed. No one does it like you, G.

@GabrielleBates writes the kind of poem that brings me to wonder in the Keatsian negative capability way—my spirit has an exacting understanding of the poem at the same time that my mind

what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone

my preferred pronouns

"Delete your timeline. Fall in fucking love." Matthew Buckley Smith curates some critical feesback.

Week of 9/29 in Cancer: You can see into the future. Even now more than before. You see what it extends as a piece of love. Someone still loves you.

“what radicalized you?” probably my basic human empathy

Beech Forest by Gustav Klimt

Litel free libraryes are wondirful but hear me out what about an ABSOLUTELYE COLOSSAL FREE LIBRARYE.

Gustav Klimt - Tannenwald, Spruce Forest

when I am in your presence I feel life is strong and will defeat all its enemies and all of mine and all of yours in you and mine in me

A perfect poem about the joys of NOT writing by Ha Jin: