Reminded of Larkin’s poem ‘Coming’ today with the longer, lighter Spring evening

I'm all in for a holiday for rabbits.

April's #NYRBWomen26 read (starting today!) is THE UNFORGIVABLE AND OTHER WRITINGS by Cristina Campo, translated from the Italian by Alex Andriesse. "This is not a collection of essays. This is a dwelling place, a gathering of rooms, of turns of mind, winding hallways..." - Intro by Kathryn Davis

I saw some magnolias today.

All the AI trickery in the world can’t take away the excitement of watching four human beings leave Earth for that big silver disc I can see in the night sky outside my window right now. Go safely Artemis II

Living with chronic fatigue is like living in perpetual twilight. sometimes the woods is brighter and sometimes darker.

Magazine cover. Harriet Meserole. 1924.

Vernorexia is a romance and optimism inspired by spring .

moon i *am* constantly exhausted

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! We've just unlocked our Trans Cinema issue from 2023, guest edited by poet Spencer Williams. It is now (and forever!) entirely free.

Very much looking forward to the first lecture in Yiyun Li’s series Placeholder and Serendipity: Notes on Reading Literature in 2026. It’s tonight both in-person and virtual, and will be on youtube later. berlinfamilylectures.uchicago.edu

Li-Young Lee #poetry

Spring weather is so moody and I love it.

I'll also state on TDOV that beginning tomorrow you can watch a series of films directed by trans people on the Criterion channel. We programmed this series with love and with hope.

warm twilight, hazy moon, and the chorus frogs' song

happy #smallpoemsunday! 💜 it’s the last small poem Sunday of March, and the last one before the release of MOUNTEBANK (on 3/31), so here’s one more small poem from the book :)

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale

You need this gorgeousness, you do. Hayami, Gyoshu : Tea Bowl and Fruits (1921) color on silk, hanging scroll 27.0×24.0

I've been sorting through my books, deciding which ones to donate. I was debating on this one and then made the mistake of opening it. Not only is this illustration by Tasha Tudor charming but now I must know what's going on.

The little blue stars have arrived.

I guess the important thing is to copy down whatever vibration you see while your attention is strong. Anne Carson, Economy of the Unlost

"Cheer up, sparrows! the spring rain won't last forever" (images: Koson Ohara)

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers; but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes. — Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

Pouring over all the recent wonderful editions of Elizabeth Gaskell novels as you do when tired.

Time sensitive: this is the last day to submit comments opposing the Bureau of Land Management's clearcutting of Oregon's ancient forests. This is a tool that educates you on just how diabolical it is, and it helps you submit your comment. morethanjustparks.com/oregon-old-g...

Vernal equinox: everything looks dead outside but the grass is a little greener.

'The Quiet Room', St John's Wood (1929) by Sir George Clausen (Private collection)

all of the cherry trees frocked in wedding froth and tulle late snow #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

Continuing to write means I have learned to not quit. Henri Cole, Orphic Paris

Still life Reslicitando https://botfrens.com/collections/69/contents/19562

If you simply write something, even if it is quite small, you might feel much better.

'Do you consider yourself an optimistic person?' 'Oh, I think so.' She did not explain to him how deeply pessimistic one must be in the first place, to need the sort of optimism she now had at her command. Elizabeth Taylor, Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont #NYRBWomen26

Martin Anderson

"The Irish language is all tied up with the ropes of colonialism; it was kept from me as a child," writes Kerri ní Dochartaigh. "When I decided to learn as an adult, the first words I learned were the ones for the color green. I say words for there are three: uaine, gorm, and glas."

A tiny perfect novel ☘️

i have watched the ncuti gatwa performance of the importance of being earnest and can report that it is indeed very good especially the costumes! and lady bracknell!

So valuable and hard to do.

The wind is blowing the snow sideways but the robin keeps jauntily hopping up the road.

Insomnia snow

Raccoons screeching under the deck: it must be spring.

Tulips, like cats, are all good.

It is so hard to be trans right now, y’all. Like, I can’t speak for everyone but I’m white-knuckling it pretty much constantly at this point. I hope cis people are understanding how much is at stake for us in this moment: It’s literally our right to exist as ourselves that is being stripped away.

Snowdrop days

I rarely read a book in a day but I may do so with Claire Keegan's Foster. Hers is the kind of prose I don't wish to leave.

And she ruled: Queen by Birgitta Trotzig, translated by Saskia Vogel @archipelagobooks.bsky.social roughghosts.com/2026/03/11/a...

I've been reading A Month in the Country slowly but the dreadful day is almost here: it will soon end.

I love a gentle rolling thunder in the morning.

the first hail of spring; the air smells so fresh.