[lucidloving]

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

[lemonsorange101]

On (Maladaptive) Daydreaming

Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn, Martha Gellhorn // Daydreamin', Lupe Fiasco // David’s lost psalm, Richard Jackson // A Breath of Life, Clarice Lispector // The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson // Unknown // Unknown // Euphoria S2 (2022) // Clarice Lispector // Before Sunset (2004) // Anna Quindlen // Yiwei Chai // Unknown // As conciousness is harnessed to flesh, Susan Sontag // The End of the World as We Know It Scenes from a Life, Robert Goolrick // Crush, Richard Siken // Oh No!, Marina and the Diamonds // Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain (2001) // Report to Greco, Nikos Kazantzakis // Heaven, Mieko Kawakami // Intangible, Madisen Kuhn // Heaven, Mieko Kawakami // Unknown // Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami // Euphoria - Fuck Anyone Who's Not a Sea Blob (2021) // Poetry as Survival, Gregory Orr // Girls Against God, Florence + the Machine // The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa // White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky // Florence Welch

[metamorphesque]

— Susan Sontag, Death Kit

[text ID: How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.]

[imjacksbrokenheart]

Andrew Garfield on losing his mother, The Believer

[newloverofbeauty]

Hugh Steers (1962–1995)  Embracing representational painting and figuration at a time when such approaches were deemed unfashionable, his intimate compositions are poignant symbols of life under the specter of AIDS. 

He died of AIDS related complications at the age of 32.

[metamorphesque]

“Where does such tenderness come from?”

1.Marina Tsvetaeva / 2.open house 1998 / 3.Sylvia Plath / 4.Joseph Lorusso / 5.Pablo Neruda / 6.Malcolm T. Liepke / 7.Ocean Vuong / 8.Joseph Lorusso / 9.Richard Siken / 10.Ron Hicks / 11.Mary Ann Samyn / 12.Ron Hicks / 13.May Sarton / 14.Joseph Lorusso / 15.Ivan Malkovych / 16.Ocean Vuong / 17.Breathless, Godard, 1960 / 18.Boris Pasternak / 19.Holly Warburton / 20.Mary Jo Bang / 21.Holly Warburton / 22.Susan Sontag

[arinewman7]

Image by Hans Erni

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Song for My Lover

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If I could be an angel

I’d hang out on your shoulder

and sing into your ear.

I’d protect you from harm

and scary women.

I’d introduce you

to

every single star in the sky

so you could brag to your friends.

Even the moon

would be envying you.

Each night as you

slipped into sleep

I’d cry a single tear

filled with love

and place it right into

your heart.

Then I’d lay down beside you

and hold you in my wings

until dawn.

~ ©Ari Newman/2021

[prehistoricmancunt]

“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful/is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”

From ‘Franz Marc’s blue horses’ by Mary Oliver

[heyneero]

Hafiz, from I HEARD GOD LAUGHING; trans. D. Ladinsky ~

[khwaabon-ki-madhushala]

Pablo Neruda/Unknown/Shail Hada, ‘Poore Chaand’/Sanober Khan/Hanumannāṭaka (Sanskrit)

[harisafzal]

....

[livesunique]

Palazzo Ducale Martina Franca, Puglia, Taranto, Italy,

[fionatienealas-deactivated20220]

tamino turns 25 (october 24, 1996)

[wlwrising]

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[fattymadiy]

vintage anime covers + other random things?

[snoppy]

GOD TEACHES ME HOW TO EAT A POMEGRANATE WHILE THE NEIGHBOURHOOD BOY TEACHES ME HOW TO SING, by @iloveyouandyoudontpayme (Me)

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GOD TEACHES ME HOW TO EAT A POMEGRANATE WHILE THE NEIGHBOURHOOD BOY TEACHES ME HOW TO SING

It was two summers ago that I learned of pomegranates. I’d skip along to

God’s house, back when I would still visit,

And he showed me one. Red and crowned, glossy.

Impregnable.

:

I met him that same summer. I would go to the basement

Of his brown house

And we would sit on the couch and watch each other.

Inscrutable.

:

He told me that eating a pomegranate is the

Most difficult thing you’ll probably ever do.

You can swallow the dark,

You can smoke a cigarette.

But a fruit is the most complicated of His inventions.

More complicated than Persephone? I ask.

He doesn’t answer.

:

He says, “Relax your throat.

Breathe deeply. And remember,

Above all,

Singing is about being free.”

I asked if he was free. He clasped my hand

And said Yes.

:

I held the pomegranate, and it reminded me of Him.

:

I opened my mouth, and it reminded me of Him.

:

I wanted it. I couldn’t have it.

:

I would watch Him tear the fruit open

With superhuman hands. God did not

Own a knife. He was afraid of what he might do with it.

:

I would watch him while he sang. I would stare

At his lips to make sure I got every note

Exactly right. He would stare at mine.

One day, he told me

That my eyes reminded him of knives.

:

One day, I slipped into God’s house when he was

Not home. I picked up the fruit and

:

Knifed, again and again. He

Fell apart like warm cake in my hands.

:

God found me. God saw the knife.

God saw that I was hungry and

:

I put Him in my mouth

I put Him in my mouth

I put Him in my mouth

I put Him in My mouth

:

I ate Him. He did not mind.

He did not yell. Or take the knife.

He gave me what I wanted: to consume him,

To consume anything, entirely, undebatably,

And yet be granted clemency.

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[natalia-lafourcade]

The Marías - Un Millón