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[dearorpheus]

freud would've loved to make a case study on you

wow thank you

[ultimateanna]

Visit Original Link

Album name: Resident Evil (BIOHAZARD) VILLAGE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK

Song name: Yearning for Dark Shadows

[zegalba]

Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen: 'Afghan Hound' (2011)

[onetwofeb]

“I live a living death, my flesh is wounded, bleeding, cadaverized, my rhythm slowed down or interrupted, time has been erased or bloated, absorbed into sorrow… Absent from other people’s meaning, alien, accidental with respect to naïve happiness. I owe a supreme, metaphysical lucidity to my depression. On the frontiers of life and death, occasionally I have the arrogant feeling of being witness to the meaningless of Being, of revealing the absurdity of bonds and being. My pain is the hidden side of my philosophy, its mute sister.”

— Julia Kristeva, in Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia (via minima–moralia)

[stlamb]

agnus dei (lamb of god) by francisco de zurbaran - detail

[memories-of-ancients]

Gothic poleaxe, Italy, circa 1520

from Czerny's International Auction House

[theinternetarchive]

gothic bible (volgate) with text in hebrew and greek; ink, tempera, and gold on vellum, southern france, toulouse or avignon c. 1275-1300.

In the 13th century, the bible was, for the first time, produced as a single volume with an officially sanctioned sequence to its books and chapters as illustrated by this example. The very extensive decoration of this bible is arranged hierarchically to indicate the relative importance of the various texts so that full or almost full-page initials mark the openings of the first prologue, Genesis, and the first Gospel; historiated initials mark the beginning of each book and illuminated initials mark the Prologues.

[dearorpheus]

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[evilvillain123456789]

No, I do not have a gore fetish, I go on these blogs to appreciate and worship the natural, viscerality of life, the blood that feeds all of us, the grass that grows from what dies, from what lives, from what suffers and makes suffer, while I move my weenie around in tune to the drumbeat, of the earths minds heartbeat, until that prophetical, theorerical lifegiving milks pools at the tip to shoot out, and give life to death, to wither and die, be wasted down the drain of my sink, the gullet, of a greatly thirsting beast of man with many mouthes, willing to sup upon all fluid from blood, to drool, to urine and feces, to soap and water, to toothpaste and spit, this meat of man, this vomit, this detritus, what earth created of man and what man created from earth, to once again be formed as an animal, killed, eaten by man, killed, eaten by vulture, killed, eaten by germ, eaten by man, killed, photographed. Don't you dare say I'm beating off to dead bitches.

[dearorpheus]

from Proust's Finding Time Again trans. Ian Patterson

[myfairgame]

[dearorpheus]

from Lacan's Seminar VII: Ethics of Psychoanalysis (trans. Dennis Porter)

[borderepisteme-deactivated20260]

"Anyone who has ever tried to recount a dream to someone else is in a position to measure the immense gap, the qualitative incommensurability, between the vivid memory of the dream and the dull, impoverished words which are all we can find to convey it: yet this incommensurability, between the particular and the universal, between the vecu and language itself, is one in which we dwell all our lives, and it is from it that all works of literature and culture necessarily emerge."

Fredric Jameson, Imaginary and Symbolic in Lacan

[regurgitater]

Dream sequence from the short story Ninety-Three Million Miles Away by Barbara Gowdy

[holyfoal-moved-deactivated20230]

trouble every day (2001, claire denis)

[dreamyvixen]

marie.sauvage

[dearorpheus]

♡ from Élisabeth Roudinesco's Our Dark Side