contra mundum

Brasil

[zegalba]

Sheena Ringo for GuitarBook Magazine (2000)

[derangedrhythms]

Anne Sexton, The Book of Folly; from 'Sweeney'

[derangedrhythms]

Angels must be devoured...

Leonora Carrington, The Complete Stories of Leonora Carrington; from 'A Mexican Fairy Tale'

[cannibalings]

this is such a funny exchange. like sure man, or u could talk it out. meditate on it. i feel like you’ve got some options

[trees-waiting]

“I’m asking you to love me as if I were dead.”

—Angst, Hélène Cixous; tr. Sophie Lewis

[brunettesnaps]

Naked lunch by William S. Burroughs

[alectology-archive]

story of the eye, georges bataille

[gabriellelestat]

Claudia, Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice // Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

[arsanimarum]

Georges Bataille, Eroticism: Death and Sensuality

[saintsebastiensbf]

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[heavensghost]

Kate Elizabeth Russell

[monster2001]

[greatsoulshaker]

“We have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone, of course they aren’t pretty, nothing holy ever is—”

— Brenna Twohy, from “To the Guy in the Back of the Room Complaining About Listening to Another Rape Poem,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)

[nem0c-deactivated20260716]

“At the pagan state religion was based on transgression and the impure aspects were no less divine than the opposite ones. The realm of sacred things is composed of the pure and of the impure. Christianity rejected impurity. It rejected guilt without which sacredness is impossible since only the violation of a taboo can open the way to it.”

— Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality: A Study of Eroticism

[goodcallgenius]

“Also, inscriptions on tombstone sometimes describe the deceased as having left “the light” suggesting “light” being synonymous with “alive/mortal””

— Is it true that the singular of “phos” was used as a word for “man” in ancient Greek" : AncientGreek

[funeral]

[Bataille's] texts obsessively reiterate that the decomposed body is excremental, and that the only sufficient response to death is laughter. The corpse not only dissolves into a noxious base matter analogous to excrement, it is also in fact defecated as waste by the life of the species. For the corpse is the truth of the biological individual, its consummate superfluity. It is only through the passage into irredeemable waste that the individual is marked with the delible trace of its excess.

Nick Land, Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism

[wvnjo-deactivated20220927]

there’s a putrid sweetness — rotten fruit in and outside of a colour that should prevent

curious tongue and teeth from taking a bite. deceiving, it will not present itself as ruined.

but if the flesh deceits, the odour betrays. almost imperceptible

an instinctive warning against the taste: a rotten fruit won’t let you forget that rot comes from within.