trying to be an idealist in a capitalist hellscape: expectation vs reality
No Other Choice for @kwidawpirmi
trying to be an idealist in a capitalist hellscape: expectation vs reality
No Other Choice for @kwidawpirmi
by Anne Sexton
Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
something worth learning
in that narrow diary of my mind,
in the commonplaces of the asylum
where the cracked mirror
or my own selfish death
outstared me…
I tapped my own head;
it was glass, an inverted bowl.
It’s small thing
to rage inside your own bowl.
At first it was private.
Then it was more than myself.
“The world, the girl knew, was worse than savage, the world was unmoved. It did not care, it could not care, what happened to her, not one bit. She was a mote, a speck, a floating windborne fleck of dust.”
— Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds
“I divide all literary works into two categories: Those I like and those I don’t like. No other criterion exists for me.”
— Anthon Chekhov, in a letter to I.L. Leontev (March 22, 1890)