The dinner party

 

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Some of us are staying here, some traveling to other countries, others are moving across the country, and another is biking across the country. Out of our darling group, we have a wide variety of different passions and loves and it is always exciting to see.

I love these ones more than most anything on earth.

“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”- Gabriel Garcia Marquez

*Some photos by the ever lovely and talented Ora*

On beauty

“Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. yet civilization could not do without it.” – Sigmund Freud

I’m currently writing from a lovely apartment in Brooklyn. Staying with Sarah these days and keeping myself somewhat busy with long walks, picture-taking, filming, reading, writing . . . NYC has been surprisingly lovely up to this point, and I feel that  it will take me a while to work up the courage enough to leave this place.

 

The last NAFD of the semester

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Another end to another season.

Last Thursday, the NAFD family gathered for one last dinner of the semester. There was a fire for a little while. . . Games were played. Riddles were solved. Music was created. Confessions happened.

And I even got to dance a bit.

These people have shaped my college career more than anything//anyone else and NAFD is truly sacred. And will always be that way.

Big love to all of these ones right now in the midst of exam madness and end-of-the-year-stressing.

Living With Clams

Yesterday, I read a great poem
about clams, although evidently,
it turned out more to be
instructions for cooking them –
Linguini with clams,
not living with clams
like I thought – even though,
I want to know, how.

I mistake everything for what
I want it to be: recipes for poems,
poems for instruction manuals,
classrooms for cathedrals.
Once, even, I saw a man
but he turned out
to be just a clam.

Eventually, all the poems
end up sounding alike:
written in that same short
language of longing.

Steep burden,
how my heart puns about.

[Poem: Sarah Edwards //Two Serious Ladies]

PA road trip recap

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A brief recap from our time together in Pennsylvania ->

We learned that we did not know our animals very well, we listened to this and our world was made bigger, we went hiking in the Catskills in NY, we laughed, *some of us cried, and we read poems in the car.

It was everything it could have been.

I’m in D.C. as I write this. I’m in a state of panic and praying that I can actually make my flight tonight. . .

Something will happen, good or bad and I am confident there is some sort of resolution . . . this always happens with big travels and sometimes I question why I like all this so much.

“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

– Matthew Arnold

[Photos: Union Dale, PA//Grace Farson]