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tie me to the bed with our red string of fate
Estate violenta (1959) dir. Valerio Zurlini
Joy Sullivan, from âSoupâ, Instructions for Traveling West
May 25, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927[volume 3]
Glennon Doyle, Untamed
Louise GlĂźck, from âOtisâ, Poems 1962 - 2012
may sarton, journal of a solitude
If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem â not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.
â Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258
Everything is so superb and breathtaking. I am creeping forward on my belly like they do in war movies.
â Diane Arbus, as quoted in Susan Sontagâs On Photography
Gabrielle Bates, from Judas Goat: Poems; âEastern Washington Diptychâ
[Text ID: âWithout violence, how do I understand my life as meaningful? / As if the only tool I owned for finding truth were a knife.â]
25 May 1908, Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne, featured in The Selected Letters of John Keats
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Leonard Woolf, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
Joy Sullivan, from âCulpableâ, Instructions for Traveling West
Cheryl Chen, from "Epistle: River to Ophelia"