Mothers Don’t by Katixa Agirre
If you do not feel or even believe in love, then how and why would you bring others into the nightmare that is existence?
If you do not feel or even believe in love, then how and why would you bring others into the nightmare that is existence?
an excellent early 80s hybrid text with a distressing – and violent – context
a powerful quebecois novel about grief
was almost sectioned today; read a book that was difficult but perfect
writing about depression
death, dying, dead
like my life, a novel that’s half tragedy, half farce
sad man scotty writes about being sad
a deluge of hand jobs and suicides cannot save this
So I walk on towards deaths (plural) in the cooling twilight
I nearly get hit by a speeding car and realise I want to LIVE
I get angry and confused because I’m repressed and have elitist interests
Good Czech book, but do I need to try harder to czech my privilege?
Another book of poetry from up-and-coming indie publisher Morbid Books.
some anonymous little merican sent poppa some h8 mail and poppa aint havin none of it
Visiting the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales.
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