“Well, […] can you tell what goes on within by looking at what happens without? There may be a great fire in your soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself by it, all that passers-by can see is a little smoke coming out of the chimney and they walk on.”
— Vincent Van Gogh, from a letter to his brother, Theo, dated July 1880, The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little
do you have any recs for your fave queer authors? :)
Oh hum—off the top of my head, my favourite queer authors include (but are not limited to? My brain is a colander):
Malin Rydén (read Fallen Hero and Breaks) Anne Carson (read Autobiography of Red and Bakkhai) Maggie Nelson (read The Argonauts) Mary Oliver (read Felicity and Upstream) Roland Barthes (read A Lover's Discourse) Virginia Woolf (read Orlando and The Waves) Sarah Waters (read Fingersmith and A Little Stranger and The Paying Guests) Carmen Maria Machado (read Her Body and Other Parties) Catullus, Sappho, you get the gist on the Ancients Octavia Butler (read Dawn, Wild Seed) Natalie Diaz (read Postcolonial Love Poem) Daphne du Maurier (although the Gender in there is... well, it's terrifying) Marguerite Yourcenar (read Fires and if you have French, La Couronne et La Lyre) Marlon James' Black Leopard Red Wolf, Jeanette Winterson's The Passion and Alice Oswald's Dart and Carol Ann Duffy's Rapture also come to mind. Gems.
Oh, and for lovey-dovey indulgence, track John Cage's letters to Merce Cunningham. Saps, both of them. (Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West's aren't much better).
I have my eye on Cameron Awkward-Rich's collections, if I can get my hands on them, Langston Hughes' Montage of a Dream Deffered, James Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room and Harry Dodge's My Meteorite: Or, Without the Random There Can Be No New Thing.
“Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.”
— Franz Kafka
Jane Hirshfield, from After; “It Was Like This: You Were Happy” [transcription below cut]
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a good and sensible adventure story.
the raw sexual power of using a semi-colon
Dolce & Gabbana
MAY: ephemerality, emptiness, evolution & ecstasy.
May 3, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1914
May, Christina Rossetti
Mural, Mahmoud Darwish
Courage, Anne Sexton
Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov
May Morning, Stephen Vincent Benet
The Sensible Thing, F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Young May Moon, Thomas Moore
Spring: House of Light, Mary Oliver
Corinna’s Going a Maying, Robert Herrick
May 27, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
simmer - hayley williams / the bell jar - sylvia plath / cop car - mitski / judith slaying holofernes - artemisia gentileschi / fast as you can - fiona apple / animal- aurora / salome - jean benner / tonight i am someone else - chelsea hodson / wishbone - richard siken / ride - lana del rey