coffee
— Kim DeGooyer
When they talk about drugs, they don't talk about all of them. They never mention coffee. The low end of the speed spectrum, I grant you, but there are coffee freaks. And they're walking around, nobody worrying about it.— George Carlin
Lovely curves undisturbed,
Black caffeine and words
Tight lips part to sip,
And pause to take in,
The clicks of soft tips,
Against computer keys.
How intimacy is shared,
With a smudged mug,
Of red painted lips and
A writer's shaky hands.
Savoring the temporary stains,
Left on a middle-aged smile,
And the white blouse it defiled.
An aroma of temporary ease,
The loneliness of coffee beans,
Sift to frizz, pulled back grays,
And flyaways...
— Cheyenne Rhon; The Intimacy of Coffee Beans
— Martyn Byrnat
"That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow."
— Anne Sexton
If I could wish for anything,
It would be to have you here with me.
But I know that'll never
happen and that's what destroys me.
I only have the memory
of you to keep me company.
As I sit here without you.
Sipping my coffee.
— Jon London
— John Singer Sargent
Side Note: What interests me in this painting was on how well little details have been explored by the eye of the artist.
How much better is silence;
the coffee cup, the table.
How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake.
Let me sit here for ever
With bare things
this coffee cup,
this knife ,this fork ,
things in themselves,
myself being myself.
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
—Coffee and Cigarettes (2003)
I barely know you, she says, voice heavy with sleep. I don't know your favourite colour or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don't know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her or why you still do. I don't know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect.
I may not have a clue about any of these things but this — she places her hand on his chest — this , I know.
— Lang Leav, Lullabies
— Clare Elsaesser
to claim a morning
to forget our worries, our yesterdays
soak in the moment, stay in the present
if we want, we can take a whole day
lose track of time
disconnect from the rest of the world,
focus on ours
to share this beautiful memory in silence
the only necessity, coffee
nothing more, nothing less
we could add a few more ingredients
warm laughter and playful kisses
fulfilling our heartswhile we melt in the sheets
body to body, soul to soulgiving into what we desire most
even if it’s just for the moment
or we flow naturally into tomorrow
more has been gained than lost
with a simple gesture,
coffee in bed
— H.M. Gautsch, Coffee in Bed
Have you ever thought of the warmth that fills your heart when you have that very first cup of coffee in morning?
Or the warmth that covers you inside out when you feel the tenderness of his lips against yours after a long day at work?
Or the happiness of waking upto snow falling outside your window and be happy about it being a sunday as you can lay all warm and cozy snugged under your quilt for as long as you want ?
Or the contentment in your soul when you hear one of your favourite songs after ages?
If you haven't ,
I'm sure you have now.
— Naeema Kamal
— Madame Lolina
LINKS:
Humans of Safe Places—Empathy Ambassadors: A program curated by Humans of Safe Places, Empathy Ambassadors is a program that aims to empower young individuals to break stigmas and initiate conversations around the most pressing issues of our times. As a part of the program, they select individuals and provide empathy training and stigma awareness workshops with other resources for a period of 5 months, if you want to make a difference? (Apply here)
Music: Powfu - Death Bed (Coffee for your Head) ft. beabadoobee; Billie Eilish - Come Out and Play
Crisis (coffee!): https://www.instagram.com/tv/CKVo2DNlNul/
This week's newsletter is curated by Naeema Kamal.
Naeema Kamal is a freelance artist and writer who's finishing her second year in architecture. You can find her on Instagram @naeemakamal
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