the poetry is written in your face

hot-headed balkan woman in her twenties. anthropologist & medievalist

[derangedrhythms]

I had no need of a ghost. I was my own haunting.

Jeanette Winterson, Night Side of the River; from ‘The Spare Room’

[loveridden1999]

[rilk]

Clarice Lispector’s law school graduation by the University of Rio de Janeiro, 1943.

[messiers]

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[elizabethanism]

“I feel profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive. I feel unloveable. But I respect that unloveable soldier, struggling to survive, struggling to be honest, just, honourable. I respect myself.”

Susan Sontag

As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

[blondebrainpowered]

An Inuit warms his wife's feet. Greenland, 1891 - 1892

Photographer: Robert Peary

[smsomah]

Scanned from the book Desert Eves: An Indian Paradise; Catherine Clement and photos by Hans Silvester; 2001

[vaninnavaninni]

[cookiethebirddoll]

the world hates nocturnal girls

[riversurface]

Yoshitomo Nara / Untitled (“Stuffed dog. No pain No gain”) from the series Time of My Life / 1992–2000

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[ortut]

Paul Mutimear Crosswind, 2011 Chute, 2011 (Solar plate etching)

[bittersweetswan]

Milo Manara, from his book Kamasutra, 1997

[cherrychouchou]

embroidered ceramic vessel by caroline harrius

[funeral]

Elaine Showalter, The Female Malady: Women, Madness, and English Culture, 1830–1980

[tanyushenka]

 A 67-year-old Palestinian man in the Dehaishe refugee camp displays the original key and title deeds to the home his family abandoned when they fled their village in the 1948 war in Israel. West Bank, 2001. @  David Silverman

[afterian]

[pyaarisms]

reading isn't enough I need to swallow the book whole