fervor

and there it was, one of those movements that is the opposite of blindness

[freshmoviequotes]

The Souvenir (2019)

[watchoutforintellect]

“In the church of my heart the choir is on fire.”

— Vladimir Mayakovsky, from A Cloud in Trousers

[berrytart]

[touches a random piece of dirt in greece] achilles and patroclus were in love here

[dspressed]

Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.

-@bonseyjonsey

[skogrev]

You’re right and you should say it

[mitten]

[thoodleoo]

do u ever just wish u could be an ancient oracle and your whole job was to do weed and tell stupid riddles to rich conquerors only for them to misinterpret your words and die

[pbs-r]

TOUCHING PEOPLE’S LIVES IN A POSITIVE WAY IS AS CLOSE AS I CAN GET TO AN IDEA OF RELIGION.

BELIEF IN ONE’S SELF IS ONLY A MIRROR OF BELIEF IN OTHER PEOPLE AND EVERY PERSON.

-KEITH HARING JOURNALS, AGE 28

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

hunters’ moon, yves olade

[ID: “there is nothing left to surrender, but to surrender what is holy in us.” end ID]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Mazzy Star performing Fade Into You in 1994 (MTV): “A stranger’s light comes on slowly, a stranger’s heart without a home, you put your hands into your head, and then smiles cover your heart…”

[snstitre]

Cate Blanchett by Bruce Weber.

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Damn, missed it again

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Happy Bog Day!

[shitpostsampler]

Thank you for this wonderful pattern, i had a great time stitching it!

[mournfulroses]

“Eros is diabolical: it constantly withholds what it promises, and constantly promises what it intends to withhold.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[newyorker]

Searching for Memory of the Gulags in Putin’s Russia

Here are some of the things that you will not find if you go looking for traces of the Soviet Gulags: memorials at every known execution site, museums on the ruins of camps, accurate documentation of what happened to the still uncounted numbers of people who disappeared, a widely accepted story of the terror. Most of all, what’s missing is a reckoning, an attempt to comprehend the incomprehensible. How do you locate what’s not there?

The photographer Misha Friedman and Masha Gessen travelled in Russia in 2016, looking, as they put it in the subtitle of a new book, “Never Remember,” “for Stalin’s Gulags in Putin’s Russia.” They wanted to document memory—or the lack of memory. They began in places where Gessen had reported two decades earlier, when memory activists, then often with the aid of local officials, created memorials or museums. They wanted to see how those sites had changed in the twenty years since, as Joseph Stalin’s image was being burnished—to the point that he now consistently tops polls asking Russians to choose the greatest man who ever lived.

Read more. 

[nedlittle]

euripides, orestes (tr. anne carson)

[ecrituria]

“Tact, like empathy, is based on a certain form of mutual understanding. But while empathy implies the idea of entering someone else’s mind inasmuch as it is linked to the presumption that ‘I know how you feel’, tact exists to create a form of bonding between individuals that is not based on the idea of intrusion but, conversely, on the respect for existing boundaries, and on a willingness not always to assume that one knows. While empathy requires resonance and proximity, tact is there to restore distance, and to accept the difference between the individuals involved in order to protect and preserve their dignity. Tact is based on an attention towards otherness.”

— Katja Haustein, “How to Be Alone with Others: Plessner, Adorno, and Barthes on Tact”

[porchbirds]

been thinking abt this a lot. A poetry professor once told me every poet has a particular emotion from which they write. It’s not what they write about, but what emerges from the writing. For instance, louise gluck posits that Richard Siken’s central emotion is panic. Even though the word is never spoken to or about, the poems are saturated with it. I think Mary Oliver can be characterized by relief. Anyway, i think having that recognizeable Emotion is a major mark of poetic voice & it’s development