Tears Are A Sign Of Powerlessness, A ‘woman’s Weapon.’ It Has Been A Very Long War.

Are there two ways of knowing the world? a submissive and a devouring way. They end up roughly the same place.

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

I remember thinking my father was mean but knowing he was kind. I remember thinking my father was kind but knowing he was mean.

Mary Ruefle, Woodtangle

I was suddenly some safer form of fire.

Ada Limón, What Remains Grows Ravenous

It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

17th century astronomical art of Maria Clara Eimmart; celestial splendor from a forgotten woman who broke the bounds of her time.

(brainpickings.org)

While I haven’t updated this blog in a bit (I finished my MSc degree which left little room for enjoyment reading), I have begun to pleasure read again (I cannot describe how much I’ve missed Austen) and will be updating shortly.

I also am fully planning on diving headfirst into religious studies as a hobby in 2024, so forthcoming content will reflect this in due time.

The overwhelming experience of tragedy is a disorientation expressed in one bewildered and frequently repeated question: What shall I do?

- Simon Critchley, Tragedy, the Greeks, and Us

Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there.

Ada Limón, Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning

what I have done is risked everything for that hour, that hour in the black night, where one flashing light looks like love,

Ada Limón, Glow