Tag Archives: Maggie Nelson

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It is, perhaps, my way of making my life feel “in progress” rather than a sleeve of ash falling off a lit cigarette. from Bluets by Maggie Nelson

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Words change depending on who speaks them; there is no cure. from The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

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But what kind of love is it, really? Don’t fool yourself and call it sublimity. Admit that you have stood in front of a little pile of powdered ultramarine pigment in a glass cup at a museum and felt a … Continue reading

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