a study on the existence as a yielding

Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

when audre lorde said “you need to reach down and touch the thing that’s boiling inside of you and make it somehow useful.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

when edna st. vincent millay said  “you don’t need to share it just yet, you merely need to feel it severely”

[violentwavesofemotion]

“Brutal to love, more brutal to die. And brutal beyond the reaches of justice to die of love.”

— Louise Glück, from The Queen Of Carthage (via violentwavesofemotion)

[headfullofgold]

“We, the stumbling prophets screaming ourselves raw, wondering if Atlas will ever take the world from our shoulders. We, the impossible. We, the unyielding. We, the unrelenting heretics burning alive for truths the old world will never be ready to hear. We, the nuclear. We, the radioactive. We, the unwilling angels choking on the innocence shoved down our throats, ripping these unforgiving linens to shreds. We, the celestial. We, the hungry. We, the courageous damned kissing revolution in the moonlight, crushing fate between our teeth. We, the unholy. We, the light.”

—

Emily Palermo, Millennials 

[soracities]

Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book (trans. David Lauer)

[johnparri]

Lakeith Stanfield by David Urbanke.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Where can I find an unyielding soul of myriad wounds like my own,”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

ELEKTRA: Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.

‘Elektra,’ Sophocles (translated by Anne Carson)

[objetpetita]

“Destroy, destroy. […] Destroy Oedipus, the illusion of the ego, the puppet of the superego, guilt, the law, castration.” ― Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, Anti-Oedipus, Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay;” ― William Shakespeare, Richard II

“She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.” ― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“―Destroy.” “―What did she say?” “―She said destroy.” ― Marguerite Duras, Destroy, She Said

[objetpetita]

Brassaï - The phenomenon of ecstasy, 1933 | Photography (Le phénomène de l’extase)

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio - Mary Magdalen in Ecstasy, 1606 (Maddalena in estasi)

[amywinehousequeen]

[objetpetita]

Haunted day. Guttering brain. Compulsive sun. Evening lands. And that empty despair, despair, d e s  pa  i   r  …

[headfullofgold]

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Arthur Rimbaud, Alchemy of the Word

[headfullofgold]

...but I remember one fellow who wrote an entire book in which he proved that the moon was not there and he did it so well that afterwards you thought, he's absolutely right, the moon is not there.

how the hell is a young man going to deign to work an

8 hour day when the moon isn't even there?

what else

might be missing?

— Charles Bukowski, days like razors, nights full of rats

[headfullofgold]

Νικησα, ηττήθηκα, τούτο μονάχα ξέρω: ειμαι γεματος πληγες και είμαι όρθιος. I’ve won, I’ve been defeated, the only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Nikos Kazantzakis (via headfullofgold)

[headfullofgold]

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via headfullofgold)

[theivorytowercrumbles]

my life: wrecked by 2500 year old fragments of Greek