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When you go from one state of consciousness to another—for instance, from waking to sleeping—you pass through a gap. And in that gap, you can transcend. I picture it like a round white room that has yellow, red, and blue curtains covering the white wall. The curtains are three states of consciousness: waking, sleeping, and dreaming. But in the gap between each curtain, you can see the white of the Absolute—the pure bliss consciousness. You can transcend in that little piece of white. Then you come to the next state of consciousness. The white room really is all around you all the time, even though the curtains cover most of it; so it’s here, there, and everywhere. And sometimes, without knowing it or knowing how, people have transcended.
David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish
Rainer Maria Rilke, "The First Elegy"
Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters
Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters/ Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964
“I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow l am never healing.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.
when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’
- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet
Blue Black Permanent (Margaret Tait, 1992)
Terrace paddies in North Vietnam
1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng