Toska

17 Jan

I’m currently gathering up all the photos and video from the Vouched Presents reading last Saturday so I can get together a legitimate recap of the event, but I’ll quickly say that it went better than I ever expected. More to come about that.

Until then, check out this incredible prose poem at Everyday Genius today by Stephen Aubrey. It’s the perfect poem for me to find today:

This is the home I am always backing towards, looking forward and moving backwards (consistently amazed at how everything moves farther away.) The Russians have an untranslatable word for this: toska. A feeling like eying the world in a rear view mirror when you leave some girl you love at dusk some day in autumn and all your breath gets caught in that one moment after you hope she waves but before she does.

Read the whole thing here.

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