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SHE SCREAMS
East of the Sun, West of the Moon : Tales of the North, Kay Nielsen | The Wild Swans, Bernard Nast | Pagan Poetry, Baba Yaga Sings the Blues, Sandra T | Chelsea Bonestell | Lilith, Fosco Culto | We lead not accidentally but purposefully into the shadow of death, A Goddess Speaks. You Listen!, Sandra T | Anubis of May, Joanna Karpowicz
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Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski
Registers of Illuminated Villages, Tarfia Faizullah
Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “And I know I am deathless,”]
My guts are burning. I wear red because I like the color. I need to see it to feel sane.
Alice Notley, from Culture of One; “Satan Barks Again,” (via fleurwomb)
Do you know what a ghost looks like? / It looks like blood.
Valzhyna Mort, from “Cenotaph,” published in The Los Angeles Review (via weltenwellen)
Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,”]
I cold. I less. / I death & death again.
Topaz Winters, from “Self-Diagnosis,” Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing (via lifeinpoetry)
“I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”
— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via drugstorehoney, frenchtwist)
some epithets of athena:
πάμμαχος (pammachos) ready or sufficient for every battle φοβεσιστράτη (phobesistratē) scarer of hosts ἐρυσίπτολις (erusiptolis) protecting the city πολιάς (polias) guardian of the city
“Death will come, and she will have your eyes”
— Cesare Pavese, from Death will come (tr. by Roberta Payne)
Ripe Peach, Louise Glück
“a woman’s body is a grave; it will accept anything.”
Poems 1962-2012: Descending Figure, ‘Dedication to Hunger’ by Louise Glück