The Guerrilla Fighter/Padatik (Mrinal Sen, 1973)

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The Guerrilla Fighter/Padatik (Mrinal Sen, 1973)
Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” Sinister Wisdom #36
(Winter 1988/89)
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Acrylic on canvas
Dark, with brown hair, I don’t recall. Young. Magnificent eyes that mingle languor with subtlety, cruelty, despair. Slender, dressed in dark colours, black silk stockings.
André Breton, from “Nadja,” (via bairaag)
September.
Mary Magdalene is the madwoman - angry mad - in Christianity’s attic. She was hidden there because of an open and not fully appreciated secret, and its implications, at Christianity’s core: that the male disciples fled and the women did not.
Jane Schaberg, The Ressurection of Mary Magdalene (via mesogeios)
I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can’t I be trusted to face the truth?
E. M. Forster, A Room With a View (via antigonick)
Full circle, from the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb, we come: an ambiguous, enigmatical incursion into a world of solid matter that is soon to melt from us, like the substance of a dream. And, looking back, at what had promised to be our own unique, unpredictable and dangerous adventure, all we find in the end is such a series of standard metamorphoses as men and women have undergone in every quarter of the world, in all recorded centuries, and under every odd disguise of civilisation.
Joseph Campbell, The Hero With A Thousand Faces (via antigonick)
No, you have not seemed strange to me, but near Frightfully near, and rather terrifying.
Amy Lowell, excerpt of The Sisters (via antigonick)
It’s a temptation for any intelligent person, and especially for perfectionists such as the ancients and ourselves, to try to murder the primitive, emotive, appetitive self. But that is a mistake. Because it is dangerous to ignore the existence of the irrational. The more cultivated a person is, the more intelligent, the more repressed, then the more he needs some method of channeling the primitive impulses he’s worked so hard to subdue. Otherwise those powerful old forces will mass and strengthen until they are violent enough to break free, more violent for the delay, often strong enough to sweep the will away entirely.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via provst)
Don’t discount the remarkable human adventure that is modern science because it doesn’t console you.
Lawrence Krauss, A Universe From Nothing (via whats-out-there)
I thought the Bermuda Triangle was going to be a bigger problem in my life when I was younger