Tormented by love. A legend of Camelot. 1898.
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Tormented by love. A legend of Camelot. 1898.
Getty Research Institute via the Internet Archive
From a book uploaded by gridigitalservices
"light of my life, fire of my loins"
Sue Lyon as Lolita in Stanley Kubrick's "Lolita" (1962)
"My only clear memory is arriving. The rest is a blur. An absolute blur."
- "Dessert Hearts" (1985) - dir. Donna Deitch
"Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he's never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don't wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did."
“And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don't lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”
- Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
Frida Khalo photographed by Julien Levy, prints, 1938
"And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."
T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Paintings by Francis Bacon (60s studies)
"Have you ever truly idolized a woman? Nothing can be obscene in such love."
"Bitter moon" (1992) - dir. Roman Polanski
* "JE T'AIME MOI NON PLUS" playing in the background *
"Crash" (1996) - dir. David Croenberg
STEALING BEAUTY (1996) - dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
Girl In a Miniskirt Reading the Bible Outside My Window
Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
Orthadox to the
west.
she is dark
of Eastern descent,
large brown eyes look up from the Bible
then down. a small red and black
Bible, and as she reads
her legs keep moving, moving,
she is doing a slow rythmic dance
reading the Bible. . .
long gold earrings;
2 gold bracelets on each arm,
and it’s a mini-suit, I suppose,
the cloth hugs her body,
the lightest of tans is that cloth,
she twists this way and that,
long yellow legs warm in the sun. . .
there is no escaping her being
there is no desire to. . .
my radio is playing symphonic music
that she cannot hear
but her movements coincide exactly
to the rythms of the
symphony. . .
she is dark, she is dark
she is reading about God.
I am God.
- Charles Bukowski
"The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages" - Virginia Woolf - "An unwritten novel", 1920
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Plath - "The bell jar" (1963)
may i feel said he
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
- e.e. cummings
The Wicker Man (1973) - dir. Robin Hardy