Veronika Fuchs
@veronikafuchs.bsky.social
Writer. Mama. Dreamer. Occasional painter.
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Sleep, Fernando Pessoa...
"And I slept without sleeping, ... , a twilight of myself, a ripple of water among trees, the peace of wide rivers, the coolness of sad evenings, the slow panting in the white breast of the childhood sleep of contemplation."
The Book of Disquiet, tr. by Richard Zenith
"And I slept without sleeping, ... , a twilight of myself, a ripple of water among trees, the peace of wide rivers, the coolness of sad evenings, the slow panting in the white breast of the childhood sleep of contemplation."
The Book of Disquiet, tr. by Richard Zenith
November 30, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Sleep, Fernando Pessoa...
"And I slept without sleeping, ... , a twilight of myself, a ripple of water among trees, the peace of wide rivers, the coolness of sad evenings, the slow panting in the white breast of the childhood sleep of contemplation."
The Book of Disquiet, tr. by Richard Zenith
"And I slept without sleeping, ... , a twilight of myself, a ripple of water among trees, the peace of wide rivers, the coolness of sad evenings, the slow panting in the white breast of the childhood sleep of contemplation."
The Book of Disquiet, tr. by Richard Zenith
John Ashbery
from "From Estuaries, From Casinos", HOTEL LAUTRÉAMONT
from "From Estuaries, From Casinos", HOTEL LAUTRÉAMONT
November 30, 2025 at 6:33 AM
John Ashbery
from "From Estuaries, From Casinos", HOTEL LAUTRÉAMONT
from "From Estuaries, From Casinos", HOTEL LAUTRÉAMONT
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I / have grown tired of so much that used to entrance me
Mark Strand
Mark Strand
November 30, 2025 at 12:32 AM
I / have grown tired of so much that used to entrance me
Mark Strand
Mark Strand
Every day is a struggle.
I bought this mug because its colors reminded me of my childhood trips to the seaside, when happiness was simple, and I loved the potter's statement: "Every day we take a mug in our hands, fill it with what we love, hug it, and kiss it."
I bought this mug because its colors reminded me of my childhood trips to the seaside, when happiness was simple, and I loved the potter's statement: "Every day we take a mug in our hands, fill it with what we love, hug it, and kiss it."
November 30, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Every day is a struggle.
I bought this mug because its colors reminded me of my childhood trips to the seaside, when happiness was simple, and I loved the potter's statement: "Every day we take a mug in our hands, fill it with what we love, hug it, and kiss it."
I bought this mug because its colors reminded me of my childhood trips to the seaside, when happiness was simple, and I loved the potter's statement: "Every day we take a mug in our hands, fill it with what we love, hug it, and kiss it."
A long trip today just to see Monet's water lilies. Thought about how he kept painting them while the world around him kept exploding and destroying itself.
November 29, 2025 at 6:50 AM
A long trip today just to see Monet's water lilies. Thought about how he kept painting them while the world around him kept exploding and destroying itself.
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Tuesday, December 4 will mark the 150th anniversary of Rilke's birth. Biographer Sandra Richter discussed his life and work with writer Margherita Bettoni for the Goethe Institute.
150 years of Rilke: A poet and his ambivalence
Rainer Maria Rilke, one of the most influential poets of literary modernism, was born 150 years ago. In this interview, literature professor Sandra Richter discusses what shaped him as a person and wh...
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November 24, 2025 at 2:23 AM
Tuesday, December 4 will mark the 150th anniversary of Rilke's birth. Biographer Sandra Richter discussed his life and work with writer Margherita Bettoni for the Goethe Institute.
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“The night is the night.”
Paul Celan; tr. Michael Hamburger
Paul Celan; tr. Michael Hamburger
November 23, 2025 at 10:58 PM
“The night is the night.”
Paul Celan; tr. Michael Hamburger
Paul Celan; tr. Michael Hamburger
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„Wer auf dem Kopf geht, der hat den Himmel als Abgrund unter sich.“
— Paul Celan
— Paul Celan
November 23, 2025 at 12:30 PM
„Wer auf dem Kopf geht, der hat den Himmel als Abgrund unter sich.“
— Paul Celan
— Paul Celan
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“Because the light is not something you see, exactly. You don’t look at it, or breathe, you feel a pressure but you don’t look. It is like being in the same room as a man you love. Other people are in the room. He may be smoking a cigarette….A radiance is hitting your skin”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
November 21, 2025 at 6:56 PM
“Because the light is not something you see, exactly. You don’t look at it, or breathe, you feel a pressure but you don’t look. It is like being in the same room as a man you love. Other people are in the room. He may be smoking a cigarette….A radiance is hitting your skin”
Anne Carson
Anne Carson
from Mary Oliver's "Wild, Wild"
November 22, 2025 at 8:20 PM
from Mary Oliver's "Wild, Wild"
❤️
Buy all 4 & assemble your very own Lispector portrait puzzle
November 18, 2025 at 4:53 PM
❤️
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"The truth of irrevocable realities — do not belong to them: cannot be named by them: cannot be contained by them — truth is the most garish of foundlings, it is the eternal spirit companion of weeping angels..."
A searing piece for @thearsonista.bsky.social by the extraordinary Jenni Fagan.
A searing piece for @thearsonista.bsky.social by the extraordinary Jenni Fagan.
Imprint Of Weeping Angels by Jenni Fagan
Photo by Jenni Fagan There are people with real names and there are those who will never know such a thing. Those with real names have had them called out loud in the valley of their soul. Those pe…
burninghousepress.com
November 17, 2025 at 5:14 PM
"The truth of irrevocable realities — do not belong to them: cannot be named by them: cannot be contained by them — truth is the most garish of foundlings, it is the eternal spirit companion of weeping angels..."
A searing piece for @thearsonista.bsky.social by the extraordinary Jenni Fagan.
A searing piece for @thearsonista.bsky.social by the extraordinary Jenni Fagan.
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Pleased to announce the release of Fallen Leaves, my new poetry collection (Ballerini Book Press). Preorders available. Thanks for the kind words, Suzanne Frischkorn & James Owens. Excited that future works will have a home at BBP.
@suzfrischkorn.bsky.social
ballerinibookpress.ch/fallen-leave...
@suzfrischkorn.bsky.social
ballerinibookpress.ch/fallen-leave...
Ballerini Book PressSlender. Never Spineless.FALLEN LEAVES by Sam Rasnake
We are thrilled to announce the release of Sam’s new poetry collection FALLEN LEAVES, as well as his signing a long term, author contract with Ballerini Book Press. Our long literary collabor…
ballerinibookpress.ch
November 16, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Pleased to announce the release of Fallen Leaves, my new poetry collection (Ballerini Book Press). Preorders available. Thanks for the kind words, Suzanne Frischkorn & James Owens. Excited that future works will have a home at BBP.
@suzfrischkorn.bsky.social
ballerinibookpress.ch/fallen-leave...
@suzfrischkorn.bsky.social
ballerinibookpress.ch/fallen-leave...
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Proof copy is here, and she’s lovely, so let this be a little reminder that MORE FLOWERS is out with @triohousepress.org in less than 3 months! You can pre-order at the link in the replies or wherever books are sold!
Here’s to more poetry and more flowers!
🌺🌸🌼
Here’s to more poetry and more flowers!
🌺🌸🌼
November 16, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Proof copy is here, and she’s lovely, so let this be a little reminder that MORE FLOWERS is out with @triohousepress.org in less than 3 months! You can pre-order at the link in the replies or wherever books are sold!
Here’s to more poetry and more flowers!
🌺🌸🌼
Here’s to more poetry and more flowers!
🌺🌸🌼
Morning read 👀 (first time reading it)
November 17, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Morning read 👀 (first time reading it)
Adding some color to gloomy November
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Adding some color to gloomy November
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For a Fall that starts to look Winter.
This gorgeous reflection on time passing by Claire Malroux
Octet Before Winter
I want to wrench myself out of time's ballast,
Switch rails
This gorgeous reflection on time passing by Claire Malroux
Octet Before Winter
I want to wrench myself out of time's ballast,
Switch rails
November 11, 2025 at 12:00 PM
For a Fall that starts to look Winter.
This gorgeous reflection on time passing by Claire Malroux
Octet Before Winter
I want to wrench myself out of time's ballast,
Switch rails
This gorgeous reflection on time passing by Claire Malroux
Octet Before Winter
I want to wrench myself out of time's ballast,
Switch rails
Can the beautiful be sad? Is beauty inseparable from the ephemeral and hence from mourning? Or else is the beautiful object the one that tirelessly returns following destructions and wars in order to bear witness that there is survival after death, that immortality is possible? —Julia Kristeva
November 12, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Can the beautiful be sad? Is beauty inseparable from the ephemeral and hence from mourning? Or else is the beautiful object the one that tirelessly returns following destructions and wars in order to bear witness that there is survival after death, that immortality is possible? —Julia Kristeva
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M. Cynthia Cheung ♥️
from COMMON DISASTER (Acre Books)
I absolutely love this poem!
@acrebooks.bsky.social
from COMMON DISASTER (Acre Books)
I absolutely love this poem!
@acrebooks.bsky.social
November 9, 2025 at 5:46 AM
M. Cynthia Cheung ♥️
from COMMON DISASTER (Acre Books)
I absolutely love this poem!
@acrebooks.bsky.social
from COMMON DISASTER (Acre Books)
I absolutely love this poem!
@acrebooks.bsky.social
And yet even that is possible: to have the starred skies closely wrapped around one's heart.
Rilke, in a letter to Ilse Erdmann, October 1915
Rilke, in a letter to Ilse Erdmann, October 1915
November 9, 2025 at 6:23 AM
And yet even that is possible: to have the starred skies closely wrapped around one's heart.
Rilke, in a letter to Ilse Erdmann, October 1915
Rilke, in a letter to Ilse Erdmann, October 1915
She was watching
November 6, 2025 at 4:38 PM
She was watching