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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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ymutate: Essam Marouf, 2009
My bones do not taste of crown and silver / I am not a thing to be owned
Adonis, from ‘This is My Name’, Selected Poems (via sempiternele)
Carl-Heinz Kliemann Vignettes from Genesis I, 1962 woodcut
Hospital ward and prison cell in Lisbon, early XX century.
Women speaking of mirrors and prettiness make it all too clear that even for pretty women, mirrors are the foci of anxious, not gratified, narcissism. The woman who knows beyond a doubt that she is beautiful exists aplenty in male novelists’ imaginations; I have yet to find her in women’s books or women’s memoirs or in life. Women spend a lot of time looking in mirrors, but the “compulsion to visualize the self” is a phrase Moers uses of women in her chapter on Gothic freaks and horrors; the compulsion is a constant check on one’s (possible) beauty, not an enjoyment of it.
Joanna Russ, “Aesthetics,” How to Suppress Women’s Writing (1983). (via ablogwithaview)
Can you punctuate yourself as silence?
Anne Carson, from the introduction of Plainwater: Essays & Poetry; “The Life of Towns,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Massive Attack / Mezzanine / 1998
By Nick Knight
Furisode with a Myriad of Flying Cranes, detail of a kimono, 1910-30. Silk. Japan. Via Rijksmuseum
Yohji Yamamoto by Emma Larsson
Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
Nobuyoshi Araki, ‘Painted Flower’
build a new soul, dress it with skin and then put on my shirt and sing an anthem, a song of myself.
Anne Sexton - from “The Civil War” featured in The Complete Poems (via watchoutforintellect)