diana

[levourdalak]

Orestes by Euripides, 408 BCE (“…μὴ θεαί μ᾽ οἴστρῳ κατάσχωσι.”)

trans. Michael Wodhull, 1782 (“Lest those Goddesses should seize me/ With frenzy.”)

trans. T. A. Buckley, 1858 (“I fear lest the Goddesses should stop me with their torments.”)

trans. E. P. Coleridge, 1891 (“I am afraid the goddesses will prevent me by madness.”)

trans. Arthur S. Way, 1898 (“Lest the Fiends by madness stay me.”)

trans. Philip Vellacott, 1972 (“This: suppose the Furies drive me mad?”)

trans. Kenneth McLeish, 1997 (“If the goddesses come… another fit…”)

trans. David Kovacs, 2002 (“…the fear that the goddesses may seize me with frenzy.”)

trans. Anne Carson, 2009 (“The ghastly goddessess—they’ll send my wits astray.”)

trans. Ian Johnston, 2010 (“I’m worried the goddesses will stop me with this madness.”)

Edit: Please stop saying Anne Carson’s is the best and that the rest aren’t worth reading. That was the opposite of my intention, which was to get people to read more than three out-of-context lines from one (loose verse) translation.

[jaamun]

@grocerytote

[apesoformythoughts]

“The main mark of modern governments is that we do not know who governs, de facto any more than de jure. We see the politician and not his backer; still less the backer of the backer; or, what is most important of all, the banker of the backer. Enthroned above all, in a manner without parallel in all past, is the veiled prophet of finance, swaying all men living by a sort of magic, and delivering oracles in a language not understood of the people.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, Candour Magazine (13/07/1956)

[7scorpio]

chen chen / moonlight (2016) / fiona apple / stand by me (1986) / clementine von radics / shoplifters (2018) / marina / the florida project (2017) / tracy chapman

[icarusgf]

“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”

— Alida Nugent

[dourface]

shutting in. 

heather havrilesky // “last one up”, paul oxborough // from a letter to theo van gogh, vincent van gogh // on the beach at night alone (2017), dir. sang-soo hong // shauna niequist

[jaanjahan]

listen: love as religion

crush by richard siken / false god by taylor swift / sappho / intimacy by angelica alzona / red white and royal blue by casey mcquiston / take me to church by hozier / les misérables by victor hugo / crush by richard siken / miss right by bts / a torch against the night by sabaa tahir

[bloodybrahms]

the monsters of hellboy ii, guillermo del toro // wintersong, s. jae-jones // larry fessenden // wicked saints, emily a. duncan // monster movie, nicola maye goldberg // c. joybell c. // frankenstein, mary shelley // fortesa latifi // crimson peak, dir. guillermo del toro // start here, caitlyn siehl

[yearningheart]

hera lindsay bird / fleabag / @heartlessqueen / keepitinside

[soracities]

Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004

[Text ID: “Any fear, any / memory will do; and if you’ve . got a heart at all, someday / it will kill you”]

[filmnoirsbian]

There's a poem called "The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" which is pretty dear to me

The Sciences Sing a Lullaby by Albert Goldbarth

[kafk-a]

Adam Zagajewski

[company]

i needed to read this

[familyhorror]

LOVE AS ABSORPTION, A LOVER AS HOME

fineshrine by purity ring / collage of yoke lore and aleksandra / rune lazoli/ angelica alzona / becks / nicola samori / gemma troy / miles johnston / you are the coffin by flatsound

[c0wgirllikeme]

“I want to be loved”

1. richard siken | 2. Little women | 3. emily palermo

[eisayshi]

Untitled - E. I.

[Transcript: I think there does need to be a little bit of hardship in the world.

Of course, not so much so that you struggle with the basic necessities of life. I don't want anyone worried about when they're next meal is coming. I do want the lid of jars to be a too tight sometimes though. I want kids to fall - yes I do - I want kids to fall and scrape their knees. I want grocery bags to break in the street, especially if the round fruit go sprawling in every direction.

I want to turn to the nearest person and wordlessly hand them the jar with the too tight lid. They'll open it, hand it back and we say nothing of it. I want kids to run crying to their caretaker to receive a colorful bandage and go right back to being careless. What do they have to fear? Another fall? A scrape? They only get a bright pink bandaid out of that, maybe a sweet too. Ultimately, they've got the right amount of hardship. The round fruit will be scooped up and handed back with maybe a brand new bag too. Maybe a few more fruit than there were before.

The world is already so big and lids are so tight, and floors are so sharp and uneven, and mistakes are so easy. I'd like to be distressed, just for a little bit, then relieved because I'm human, and there are other humans, so it's going to be alright.

I think we need a little bit of hardship. Just so we remember to depend on other people. Remember we're not alone. And there is always someone stronger than the jar.

End transcript.]

[5000letters]

“Peel your heart like a pomegranate. Offer it to him, palms outwards. Say “eat.” Watch him come away stained red by you. You’re in his teeth. He’ll kiss you with that mouth.”

— Azra.T “Fruit”

[adrasteiax]

“You smell of death. Everything about you is an endless goodbye.”

— Nikita Gill, from Demeter To Hades (A Mother’s Fury) in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters”