interminable lust

I turned to ashes on your sternum; I hope I didn’t stain your shirt. Ask. Cinema. Favorites.

[drinkspillphotos]

[antigonick]

“I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.”

— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

[adrasteiax]

“(…) Night falls again we river into one another (…)”

— Joanna Klink, from Excerpts From A Secret Prophecy in “Excerpts From A Secret Prophecy”

[adrasteiax]

“They had promised me a silence like fire — a house of silence.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from Signs in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems” [translated by Yvette Siegert]

[heartmailbox]

“Tell me. Who was I when I used to call your name?”

— Marie Howe, from Prayer in “What The Living Do: Poems” (via adrasteiax)

[voidroid]

the full spectrum of human reaction to mitski

[a-night-in-wonderland]

[buttonpoetry]

“Everything is in slow motion again.”

— Sabrina Benaim, “What I Told the Doctor, the Second Time”

[tristealven]

“i’m disgusted with myself / for loving everything about to leave”

— Dylan Krieger, from “Snow-day statuary,” published in FIVE:2:ONE

[tristealven]

“i am / more scream than i am anything else”

— Luis Neer, from “winter blues,” H.A.G.S. 

[adrasteiax]

“It’s raining. There is silence, since the rain itself Allows no sound but peacefulness. It’s raining. The sky’s asleep. (…)”

— Fernando Pessoa, from It’s Raining. There Is Silence, Since The Rain Itself in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…the soft moment before the storm.”

— Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems; “Ann Burlak,” wr. c. 1972

[adrasteiax]

“Life must go on; I forget just why.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Lament in “Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay”

[voidsleeps-deactivated20240126]

[somedevil]

“The image helps us to remember the subject and to preserve him from a second spiritual death.”

— from André Bazin’s “The Ontology of the Photographic Image”

[somedevil]

Lucas Ajemian, Laundered Painting, 2014

[somedevil]

“Everything brimming with a languid nostalgia.”

— from Haruki Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase (1982)