theories which isolate art and its appreciation by placing them in a realm of their own, disconnected from other modes of experiencing, are not inherent in the subject-matter, but arise because of specifiable extraneous conditions. […] Theory can start with and from acknowledged works of art only when the esthetic is already compartmentalized, or only when works of art are set in a niche apart instead of being celebrations, recognized as such, of the things of ordinary experience. Even a crude experience, if authentically an experience, is more fit to give a clue to the intrinsic nature of esthetic experience than is an object already set apart from any other mode of experience.
- John Dewey, Art as Experience
The room will explode when I sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
Not to act in this tragedy, but to live
Alicja Rybałko, Curriculum Vitae tr. Regina Grol
“You / bring out the sea in me, so wade. / Wade in this.”
— Jasmine Reid, from “Instructions for the Moon,” Deus Ex Nigrum
I found this really cool list of women’s translations of ancient Greek and Roman texts! It lists English-language translations dating from the 17th century to 2015.
her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.
- Virginia Woolf, Orlando
He just cried on, this hopeless hard retching as if the tears were shards and each one cut as it came out.
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
but you, in this wilderness alone You've got to live to take the next bite
Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol
in 2005, bon iver locked himself in a log cabin in wisconsin for a now-legendary vibe check
green leaves / torn straight from the cross
- Agata Tuszyńska, Faith tr. Regina Grol
Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book