It’s been weird.

Politeness became so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation

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“She never taught him how to cry only how to sing.
Happy in herself- just as she wished to be-
she taught him endless space and vastness
and she calls him: Open-hearted.

Behind him a mountain of metaphors
in front a river a mouthful of night
and a train of caravans calling him away.
(Where is that thread
that fire
the skill?)

- Al Saddiq Al Raddi, from “A Monkey at the Window”, via Poetry Translation Centre

“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.” - D.H. Lawrence — 99% (@the99percent)