[soft-lovely]

silly mugs

[gyossefka]

“Eyes” by Karl Sisson.

[litafficionado]

Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris(1970) dir. Terence Dixon

[metamorphesque]

—  Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[inthearmsof]

we only have each other

‘The Old Guard’ - Screenplay by Greg Rucka (2020) // ‘Meditation 17’ - John Donne (1623) // 'We Have Only Got Each Other’ - Bob and Roberta Smith (2015) // 'Fleabag’ Season 2 Ep. 3 - Phoebe Waller-Bridge (2019) // 'Voodoo’ - Frank Ocean (2013) //

[red-lipstick]

Tom Gauld (Scottish, b. 1976) - The Reason I Stayed In The House All Day    Drawings  (All perfectly valid reasons)

[ivan-fyodorovich-deactivated202]

this has aged well

[dovewithscales]

These all seem more plausible now than they did then. Nothing surprises us anymore.

[ohevoyev]

karl bryullov, the last day of pompeii & phoebe bridgers, i know the end

[baredmirror]

The word ‘fury,’ as we use it today, implies chaotic, unfocused frenzy, but the Furies themselves embodied justified anger, stemming from an adamantine moral code. In Homer, they are curses made flesh, released upon those who commit a crime or threaten the natural order. Seneca the Younger calls them ‘they who with awful brows investigate men’s crimes and sift out ancient wrongs.’ In Ovid, they are the chthonic guards of souls judged too wicked for paradise. They are fearsome-looking creatures, unsmiling, uncrying (except, Ovid tells us, when Orpheus plays). They bristle with snakes—in their hair, wreathing their limbs, fastening their garments, held in their hands like whips. They dress in black or blood-red. Sometimes they breathe poison. This grotesque image might seem to be at odds with a righteous heart. But for anyone who might not be blameless, anger with reason and purpose and a will of iron is even more frightening than tumultuous, flailing rage.

Jess Zimmerman, “Anger That Can Save the World: On Justice, Feminism, and the Furies” (via bluebeardsbride)

[carumens]

Sophokles, from Elektra, trans. Anne Carson

[kxowledge]

Sophocles, Philoctetes

[lifeinpoetry]

I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.

— Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New (via lifeinpoetry)

[heartlessqueen]

sometimes journaling is pretty, sometimes is just angry and painful (but it helps a bit)

[nevver]

Up all night, Aristotle Roufanis

[artdeath]

nights spent wandering around laundromats and dairies for a photography assignment

[weltenwellen]

Claudia Rankine, from “Some years there exists a wanting to escape… ”, Citizen

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

the language of the birds, richard siken

[erlkingssarchive]

Birds Hover The Trampled Field - Richard Siken // Children Stories Made Horrific - Daniel Mallory Ortberg // Survival - Jenny Holzer // The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser