darkness, imprisoning me

we have lingered in the chambers of the sea | by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[iusedtobecharming-deactivated20]

Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!

[rehearsing]

happy too tired July everyone

[derangedrhythms]

crows in my mind

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems: On this Night in this World; from ‘The Small Songs’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

[roadmotel]

Anne Carson, Town of the Sound of a Twig Breaking

[projectiondepartment]

every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

[projectiondepartment]

this one btw

[uninoushii]

Jenny Holzer, Painted Signs, 1991

[lelettere]

[...] lo spaventoso e l’inconcepibile sono, non il vuoto infinito, ma l’esistenza.

Italo Calvino, Lezioni americane

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

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[rubysue1909]

[ducissatenebrarum]

Jan Brueghel the Elder, Hybrid Creature, Particular to the Temptation of St. Anthony Abbot

[derangedrhythms]

All roads lead to black putrefaction.

Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Poems Published in Der Brenner; from 'Grodek' (version 2), tr. Will Stone

[funeral]

This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is inherently compelling. Whatever may be really “out there” cannot project itself as an affective experience. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it is made so by laboratories inside us producing the emotions on which we live. And to live on our emotions is to live arbitrarily, inaccurately—imparting meaning to what has none of its own. Yet what other way is there to live? Without the ever-clanking machinery of emotion, everything would come to a standstill. There would be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be, and no one to know. The alternatives are clear: to live falsely as pawns of affect, or to live factually as depressives, or as individuals who know what is known to the depressive. How advantageous that we are not coerced into choosing one or the other, neither choice being excellent. One look at human existence is proof enough that our species will not be released from the stranglehold of emotionalism that anchors it to hallucinations. That may be no way to live, but to opt for depression would be to opt out of existence as we consciously know it.

Thomas Ligotti, Conspiracy Against the Human Race

[orpheuslament]

Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson

[shirleyjacksonism]

"I come home - and I have a feeling of returning like a ghost to its haunt."

Katie Maria // Sharp Objects // Bonedog, Eva H.D // Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson // The Early Journals , Virginia Woof

[mothercains]

BABYGIRL (2024) dir. halina reijn

[endocathexis]

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[mendelsohnben]

The Holdovers (2023) dir. Alexander Payne

[detailedart]

Courage, Anxiety and Despair: Watching the Battle, 1850, by James Sant.