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“I coped by retreating and maybe I did become a mirror, a polished surface that shows nothing of what lies beneath.”
— Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby (via feestje)
“Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk—”
— Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf (via antigonick)
selected diaries, virginia woolf / abandonment (the pair), henri de toulouse-lautrec / pillow thoughts, courtney peppernell / in bed, henri de toulouse-lautrec / work song, hozier / the two friends, henri de toulouse-lautrec / portrait of a lady on fire (2019), dir. céline sciamma
gothic poetry recs??
Edgar Allen Poe: all of his poems
Emily Brontë: all of her poems
Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls
Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, “Haunted Houses”: All houses wherein men have lived and died / are haunted houses.
Dana Levin, “styx”: if you // slit your wrist you could make them speak.
William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” “A Divine Image”: Terror the Human Form Divine
Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms” “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” “Marrying the Hangman”: What was my ravenous motive? / Why did I make you?
Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”: I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the / hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you / with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat
Frank Bidart, “The Ghost”: if I had merely made you / love me you could not have saved me.
María Negroni, “Rosamundi”: they are bearing a / black wooden coffin and within it I, the invisible / bride
Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”: She lives on a moor in the north. / She lives alone. / Spring opens like a blade there.
Emily Dickinson, “[The Loneliness One Dare not Sound]″: Its caverns and its corridors / Illuminate—or seal—
Jericho Brown, “Dear Dr. Frankenstein”: I, too, know the science of building men / Out of fragments in little light
Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “Ariel” “Fever 103°”: I am too pure for you or anyone. / Your body / Hurts me as the world hurts God.
Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish [I met a man who wasn’t there]”: Yesterday, upon the stair, / I met a man who wasn’t there
Robert Lowell, “Florence“: Ah, to have known, to have loved / too many David and Judiths!
Gregory Orr, “Gathering the Bones Together”: I was twelve when I killed him; / I felt my own bones wrench from my body.
Paisley Rekdal, “Bats”: They flutter, shake like mystics. / They materialize.
GOD IS SILENT; GOD IS EATEN
Margaret Atwood, ‘Eating Snake’, Interlunar K-Ming Chang, ‘Roast duck elegy’ Anne Sexton, ‘The Civil War’ The Seventh Seal (1957), dir. Ingmar Bergman Margaret Atwood, ‘Crow Song’ Wolf Alice, ‘Silk’, My Love Is Cool Yves Olade, ‘Belovéd’
Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)
“Do you love him? I don’t know. I believe he is my fate.”
— Anne Carson, excerpt of “TV Men: Akhmatova (Treatment for a Script); AKHMATOVA’S MARRIAGE (1910) HAS LITTLE EFFECT ON HER”, in Men in the Off Hours
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
the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf
Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)
[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]
"You are the altar cup and from this / I do fill my mouth... Martyr, my religion is love, is you."
Anne Sexton, "Sweeney"
Elaine Castillo, America Is Not The Heart Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Ijeoma Umebinyuo, ‘Confessions’, Questions for Ada Mohamad Hafez, Baggage series Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited Anne Carson, ‘The Glass Essay’, Glass, Irony, and God Margaret Atwood, ‘November’, You Are Happy Richard Siken, ‘Boot Theory’, Crush
“I fulfilled the prophecy of your throat, loosed in you the fabulous wing of my mouth. Red holy-red ghost. Left my body and spoke to God, came back seraphimed—copper feathered and horned. Our bodies are nothing if not places to be had by, as in, God, she had me by the throat, by the hip bone, by the moon. God, she hurt me with my own horns.”
— Natalie Diaz, The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn (via theundying)
“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”
— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via perfectquote)
Besides, who knows what to do with love? It may not make it through one cigarette. And it’s enough to kill you, how dark it is how cold we seem even in our own misery all while knowing we will miss this. We will miss this when it ends.
— Alex Dimitrov, from “Winter Solstice,” Love and Other Poems
IN THE DARK TIMES WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING? YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.
(1. @soracities 2. sam sax, prayer for the mutilated world 3. joy harjo, perhaps the world ends here 4. rhiannon mcgavin, poll worker + bonus bertolt brecht)
“and on some days i wished our paths had never crossed. if only i could go back in time and tell myself then what i know now because you don’t know how heartbreaking it is to know that someone like you exists and i cannot have you.”
— i’m a lover, you’re a runner
🗡️🖤⚔️🩸 swordmates part 11/∞
— 1. anton chekhov, “the seagull” 2. the musketeers (2014) 3. the mountain goats, “no children” 4. luther (2010) 5. emily bronte, “wuthering heights” 6. crouching tiger hidden dragon (2000) 7. christina rossetti, “the convent threshold” 8. it’s okay to not be okay (2020) 9. my country: the new age (2019) 🖋️ nuanced translation of this quote 10. princess mononoke (1997)
Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,”]
