George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Summer Solstice.”

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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Summer Solstice.”
“I sat out on the balcony overlooking the garden, gazing at the flowers and the sky. In the fragrant evening, time stood still, the silence was absolute.”
— Magda Szabó, from “The Door,” published c. November 1987 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Desires are already memories.
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (trans. William Weaver)
“But it stayed there, like a dead weight inside me.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via nauseadaily)
“I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, from Nausea (via violentwavesofemotion)
“It is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via soracities)
“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via nauseadaily)
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a few psychoanalytic sources on the Internet Archive that i personally vouch for
Freud
an outline of psychoanalysis
the origin and development of psychoanalysis
the complete psychological works
the ego and the id
the interpretation of dreams
introductory lectures on psychoanalysis
a collection of critical essays
Lacan
four fundamental concepts (other edition here)
the ethics of psychoanalysis
the limits of love and knowledge
the language of the self
seminar i: freud's papers on technique
Sartre
existential psychoanalysis
being and nothingness
Žižek
the sublime object of ideology
violence
everything you always wanted to know about lacan (but were too afraid to ask hitchcock)
the plague of fantasies
in defense of lost causes
enjoy your symptom! lacan in hollywood and out
others
Read My Desire: Lacan Against the Historicists – Joan Copjec
Imagine There's No Woman – Joan Copjec
gaze and voice as love objects – Žižek et al
jacques lacan and the other side of psychoanalysis – Žižek et al
a clinical introduction to lacanian psychoanalysis – bruce fink
lacan: the absolute master – mikkel borch-jacobson
lacan and contemporary film – todd mcgowan et al
From the book Cut these words into my stone: ancient Greek epitaphs (Wolfe, Michael)
“I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.”
— Sufjan Stevens (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.
“they’re just looking at each other” you could not begin to understand the complexities involved in looking at each other
Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka
Marie Howe, The Affliction
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and he: (and this was almost unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and I saw him see me. ]