My aunt found old photo albums and turns out I was an adorbubble pirate bb with one twinkly eye.
विरह / viraha (noun, hindi) : the realization of love through separation
““Xeixa” (pronounced zhay-zha) is a kind of wheat native to Majorca. The grain itself is at the risk of extinction on account of being less favoured by industrial bread-making. Ironically, it runs this risk despite being a widely adaptive cereal that can take on any terrain with comparable ease. The same is true for vernacular poetry which is often cold-shouldered in literary spaces where “Best of” lists are usually only in service to writing in English. Fady Joudah in an essay for Asymptote delineates how translators bridge words– “[It] serves as yet another cornerstone of what translation work can perform: transforming telling into seeing.” In Xeixa, published by Massachusetts based Tupelo Press, Ficks & Esteve have walked the length of each poem in careful attempts to interpret the nuances without weakening its “anotherness”.”
— Scherezade Siobhan, Review | Xeixa: Fourteen Catalan Poets (Published at The London Magazine)
“Self-care is boundary setting, creating and maintaining support circles and networks, differentiating between self-reliance and social alienation. It is the idea of slowly making hope into a sombre discipline and a practice despite the possibility of failure. It is not exerting force on oneself to do or be something legible and well-defined at all points in time. When we appreciate ourselves via cute snapchat filters, bath bombs and neon nail paints, let us also make room for conversations about about learning coping mechanisms to deal with daily defeats, getting a helping hand for complex problem solving and recognizing the significance of continuum in compassion. In short : finding ways towards longterm healing is self-care.”
— Scherezade Siobhan, Care is Made
“Lose your face: become capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm and without interpretation, without taking stock. Let there just be fluxes, which sometimes dry up, freeze or overflow, which sometimes combine or diverge.”
― Gilles Deleuze