portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier
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image 4: Text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads: “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.”
image 6: Screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads: “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”.
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“when you fall in love- you fall into an ocean. it is vast, it is deep, it is powerful. so, swim a little.”
— swim a little. |(morsus engel)|
i would do anything you want me to
@emptystic // nothing but thieves “lover please stay” // richard siken “planet of love” // normal people (2020) // emily palermo “what i could never confess without some bravado” // phoebe bridgers“moon song” // phoebe bridgers “graceland too” // elisabeth hewer “dove hands” // roger rossel “caitlin ciara and rominuse” // normal people (2020) // stephen adly guirgis “the last days of judas iscariot”
on women haunting the narrative, wearing a dead girl's dress, ill-fated love stories, a wavering border between life and death. ft. victoria winters & josette dupres, elizabeth swann & esmeralda de sevilla, mrs. de winter & rebecca de winter.
dark shadows 233 / dark shadows 5 / curse of the black pearl (2003) / rebecca (1940) / dark shadows 233 / "road to hell (reprise)" hadestown / dark shadows 157 / curse of the black pearl (2003) / the oresteia, t: anne carson / curse of the black pearl, deleted scenes / dark shadows 285 / dark shadows 214 / curse of the black pearl (2003) / at world's end (2007) / curse of the black pearl (2003) / dark shadows 245 / curse of the black pearl (2003) / the price of freedom, a.c. crispin / dark shadows 494 / rebecca (1940) / dark shadows 70 / rebecca (1940) / dark shadows 280 / curse of the black pearl (2003) / dark shadows 281 / dark shadows 425 / rebecca (1940) / curse of the black pearl (2003) / curse of the black pearl (2003) / rebecca (1940) / dark shadows 15
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M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind X
Mary Oliver X
Richard Siken - road music
George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert X
Ada Limón - The Carrying X
Nikki Giovanni - Mirrors X
“Forgive my fingers for when they find your body they will lose themselves.”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
(NOT BASED OFF ANY CURRENT EXPERIENCES)
Jeanette Winterson / Ashe Vernon / Clementine von Radics, "In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive" / P.D, "there is no absolution for the fallen, only dying" / Sky Ferreia, "Sad Dreams" / ? / Lidia Yuknavitch, "The Chronology of Water: a Memoir" / ?
Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.
a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
“In the evening my griefs come to me one by one. They tell me what I had hoped to forget. They perch on my shoulders like mourning doves. They are the color of light fading.”
— Linda Pastan, from “Old Woman,” The Five Stages of Grief ( W. W. Norton & Company, 1978)
“I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear.”
— Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body, by Roxane Gay