“Now my blood is drying on the pillow. Now the man who held the knife is gone, elsewhere and undiminished. I can hardly remember anything about him. It can be difficult telling the size of something when it’s right above you—the average cumulus cloud weighing as much as eighty elephants. The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance. From my window, the blinking windmills seem further away than ever before. My beard has matted itself into a bloody poultice, and a woman’s voice on TV is begging for charity.” Heartbreak Book:Calling a Wolf a Wolf Source: Calling a Wolf a Wolf
“Wrath is the desire to repay what you've suffered.” DesirePoetrySufferingPoemRevengeWrathRepayment Book:Pilgrim Bell: Poems Source: Pilgrim Bell: Poems
“There's no difference to the outside world between a good guy and a bad guy behaving like a good guy. In fact, I think God loves that second guy a little more.” GodReligionGoodness Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“I'd worked my whole life to acquire the technical, the emotional skills to make those paintings. I'd chopped tomatoes and peeled half-eaten onion rings off plastic trays for thousands of hours. I'd painted in grief, weeping and painting, painting and weeping. There were probably weeks, whole months when I did not smile even once. I lived in a studio so small I could smell my neighbor's farts. I spent every penny I had on canvas, brushes, paints. I killed myself. I killed my love. I forced myself to forget my husband, my brother. My country. My son. It's easy for people who have sacrificed nothing to rationalize their own ordinariness by calling me lucky. But I sacrificed my entire life; I sold it to the abyss. And the abyss gave me art.” Art Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“When people think about travelling to the past, they do it with this wild sense of self-importance. Like, ‘gosh, I better not step on that flower or my grandfather will never be born.’ But in the present we mow our lawns and poison ants and skip parties and miss birthdays all the time. We never think of the effects of that stuff… Nobody thinks of now as the future past.” PhilosophyLife PhilosophyMindfulnessTime Travel Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“To insist that one’s pain is complex can feel cringey, withering. But it is. Complex. One’s love, too.” LovePainComplexityCringeworthy Author:Kaveh Akbar
“Whatever I learn makes me angry to have learned it.” PoetryKnowledgeLearningPoemAnger Book:Pilgrim Bell: Poems Source: Pilgrim Bell: Poems
“I am not a slow learner I am a quick forgetter such erasing makes one voracious if you teach me something beautiful I will name it quickly before it floats away” Poetry Book:Calling a Wolf a Wolf Source: Calling a Wolf a Wolf
“I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person it's a myth / that love lives in the heart it lives in the throat we push it out / when we speak when we gasp we take a little for ourselves / in books love can be war-ending a soldier drops his sword / to lie forking oysters into his enemy's mouth in life we hold love up to the light / to marvel at its impotence” LovePoetryGrief Book:Calling a Wolf a Wolf Source: Calling a Wolf a Wolf
“Art is where what we survive survives.” ArtPoetryPoemSurvivalSurvivors Book:"The Palace" Source: "The Palace"
“My mother shaved my head ahead of my vaccinations. She thought the buzz of the clippers concealed her almost silent sobs, and I let her believe it did. I am poor, unmarried. I didn't high school, just screwed around in the countryside for a few years working where I could, chasing girls. This means that I am expendable, a "zero soldier". Zero education, zero special skills, zero responsibilities outside of my country.” WarSoldiers Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“If a great winged angel had come up from the earth and burst apart, I would have gathered its feathers” LovePossibilityKissAngels Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“I couldn’t dream of doing anything by halves. Whatever it is, I’ll take the whole bouquet. Please and soon.” PoetryPoemExcess Author:Kaveh Akbar
“America I warn you if you invite me into your home I will linger, losing, kissing my beloveds frankly, pulling up radishes and capping all your pens.” LoveAmericaPoetryPoemImmigrantsAmerican DreamAmericans Author:Kaveh Akbar
“When a sad-sack who hated life killed themselves, what were they really giving up? The life they hated? Far more meaningful, thought Cyrus, to lift yourself out of a life you enjoyed—the tea still warm, the honey still sweet. That was real sacrifice. That meant something.” SacrificeSuicideMartyrdom Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!
“It feels so American to discount dreams because they're not built of objects, of things you can hold and catalogue and then put in a safe. Dreams give is voices, visions, ideas, mortal terrors, and departed beloveds. Nothing counts more to an individual, or less to an empire.” DreamsObjects Book:Martyr! Source: Martyr!