In 1951 a French processor blamed the telephone for “Decline in the art of writing love-letters”
In 1951 a French processor blamed the telephone for "Decline in the art of writing love-letters” https://t.co/Hdd6eg3PzO pic.twitter.com/qNfcJx1vPx
— Pessimists Archive Podcast (@PessimistsArc) June 8, 2019
“I basked in you;
I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.
And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.
Besides,
in my opinion you aren’t dead.
(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)”― Franz Wright, Walking to Martha’s Vineyard
In grad school I took a poetry class called Books to Break You into Hoarse Sobs. One week everyone just brought in the saddest poem they could find, and this was the clear winner. No one could even manage to read it aloud. pic.twitter.com/u7PyoKB9p9
— Aimee Pokwatka (@AimeePokwatka) June 4, 2019
‘So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me , because I, too, am fluent in silence.’ – R. Arnold –
Source: Silence on Behance