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La collectionneuse (1967), dir. Éric Rohmer
pre–amphibian, margaret atwood
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
Saw (2004)
Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno
Rocky Hawkins - Visiting Pink Clouds, 2023
they should invent a wanting that does not feel like youre being skinned alive with a dull knife
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"
Days of Heaven (1978) dir. Terrence Malick
things that are gay sex:
cannibalism
surgery
russian roulette
braiding/brushing hair
fishing
hunting
gutting animals
stabbing
drinking blood from the wrist or neck
autopsies
shootouts
boxing/wrestling
digging in the ground
Jennifer Connelly as Sarah Williams in Labyrinth - 1986
To the Bone, Dorothy Allison
[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]
Male Nudes Wrestling, John Singer Sargent
Medium: charcoal
https://www.wikiart.org/en/john-singer-sargent/male-nudes-wrestling
Joan of Arc. Illustrator Angela Barrett
Jane Hirshfield, from “That Falling”
The Mirror-Faced Grim Reaper in Meshes of the Afternoon (1943), dir. Maya Deren, Alexander Hammid
“This film is endowed with an acute sense of restlessness and alienation; reflecting this uncanny estrangement in the doubling, tripling and quadrupling of its central character, and in its cyclic narrative, a structure that seems condemned to repetition. Why is the hooded Death figure constructed as a kind of mirror? Are we dealing with Nietzsche’s notion of ‘eternal return’? (…) You could go on forever about the meaning buried in this particular work. It invites and eludes analysis.” – CINEMA AND DREAM-LOGIC IN MESHES OF THE AFTERNOON