You Tried Being GENTLE,         You Tried Being KIND…

("I exist in two places: here and where you are")

Suzanne Buffam, "Vanishing Interior"

Sufjan Stevens, "The Only Thing"

Rene Ricard, "And Then I Tried"

interview with the vampire, 1.07 + peter weiss (tr. james rolleston & kai evers) / noor shirazie / richard siken / laura van prooyen

Of all my dead it’s you

who come to me unfinished

— Adrienne Rich, A Woman Dead in her Forties

WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY KILL, THAT YOU LOVED SO MUCH THAT IT WOULD MAKE THE SUN RISE AGAIN?

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous  /  Rumi  /  George R.R. Martin, Game of Thrones  /  CNS, We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them.  /  Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch  /  Rina Sawayama, Dynasty  /  Benjamin West, Death on the Pale Horse (1817)  /  Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina  /  Eugenio Montale, The Storm  /   Succession HBO Opening Credits  /  Bernard Knox, Introduction to The Iliad  /  Into the Badlands AMC  /  Succession HBO S01E08 “Prague”  /  c.d., You do, you know. You deserve peace.  /  Kahlil Gibran, Defeat

conqueror, aurora

Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House

Figment, Leila Chatti

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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Kaveh Akbar, from “Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats“