[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

drew this a while ago but. Lucy on the cliffs at Whitby

[thunderstruck9]

Odo Dobrowolski (Polish, 1883-1917), Lonely Tree, 1910. Ink, watercolour and tempera on cardboard, 68 x 53.5 cm.

[kafk-a]

C.D. Wright

[woundgallery]

Jana Sterbak, Attitudes, 1987

[fifthwound]

H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), from From the Iphigeneia in Aulis of Euripides

[regardintemporel]

Apparition of a Ghost, late 19th century

[cor-ardens-archive]

“Is there any love, I wondered, with the amazing color and vibrancy of the love between siblings bearing an incommunicable secret?”

Monster Portraits, Sofia Samatar

[inziladun]

Electra (1962)  Unknowing each other

[fearlastyear]

I saw Cassandra and Helenus entwined on the bed. They looked like lovers; perhaps that’s what I found disturbing—though I suspect few lovers ever achieve that degree of intimacy.

and andrea hollander budy’s hansel and gretel poem

They might have been lovers, but lovers do not sleep

as close as this

oh to be with your brother in hell…

[fearlastyear]

Ingeborg Bachmann, The Book of Franza tr. Peter Filkins

[fearlastyear]

Gabriela Mistral, “Electra in the Mist” tr. Randall Couch Louise Glück, “Gretel in Darkness”

[fearlastyear]

Ingeborg Bachmann, The Book of Franza tr. Peter Filkins

[halotolerance-deactivated202203]

And when she touched him on the shoulder, it was nothing personal, a kindness he misunderstood. To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love.

Gregory Orr, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence

[campcowboy]

happy birthday jack kerouac you will never be ride by lana del rey

[fearlastyear]

Henrietta Goodman, “Descent”

[fearlastyear]

Festen (1998) dir. Thomas Vinterberg 

[regurgitron2000]

Art by Christian Hartleben

[finita--la--commedia]

… if only I could tell you how it is…The whole world like a wall facing me. I fumble over the stones: no gaps. Why should I go on deluding myself: there’s no gap for me to live in. It’s my own fault. It’s me, I’m simply not determined enough. Yet how simple and natural everything seemed when I first read about it in books.

Christa Wolf, from “The Quest for Christa T.”, translated by Christopher Middleton