empty and aching

liz ☾ even in dreams he doesn't know me at all

[jonimtchell]

Lana Del Rey by Chuck Grant for the 'Ride' music video, 2012

[derangedrhythms]

that craving for darkness, / the lust to feel what it does to you

Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from ‘Eating Snake’

[exitwound]

jacqueline woodson

[kallimakhos]

[image description: black text in a serif font on a white background. text reads, “When I was a kid, there was this song that played on the radio all the time. It talked about a road that was long and a brother who had to be carried on it. The singer said the brother wasn’t heavy. That he was, simply, his brother. And that line repeated again and again—He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother. And something about the way the singer’s voice hugged these words, proclaimed them to the world, caught in the back of my throat. Making it hard to move. To swallow. I didn’t know then—at nine, ten, eleven—that this was love. That this was community. That this was about a greater good. If the road is long, it doesn’t matter what you weigh—I will carry you.” end image description.]

[peaceinthestorm]

Victor Gabriel Gilbert (1847-1935, French) ~ Jeune femme lisant, n/d

[Source: Christie’s]

[cheruib]

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

[sunfortune]

the exaggerated threat of “not like other girls” circling back to just vilifying women who don’t conform to femininity. but this time it’s #feminist to ridicule them bc they’re the real misogynists for not liking makeup and pink

[plumslices]

Taking out a loan to buy a new bottle of vanilla extract

[lavender-melancholy]

[finelythreadedsky]

i'm in the homeric temporality time loop and i guess it seems so obvious but when someone refuses to accept death, like when achilles refuses to accept patroclus' death or when demeter refuses to accept persephone's death, it takes the form of them refusing life. achilles refuses food and drink and does not bathe and cannot sleep. demeter renders the earth hostile to life and makes it stop producing food to sustain anything living.

[seaymph]

“Me, the High Priestess of some mournful past,”

— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Mission,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[hollzander]

how does the odyssey begin? 

[wolfythewitch]

gazing with wet eyes at the restless sea

[heavensghost]

Mary Oliver, We should be well prepared

[lionofchaeronea]

The nymph Kallisto, companion of Artemis, begins her enforced transformation into a bear. Apulian red-figure chous, attributed to a painter adjacent to the Black Fury Group; ca. 360 BCE. Now in the Getty Villa, Malibu.

[morrithal]

meeting on the turret stairs tuesday

[lipsticklesbia]

i will never stop thinking about this poem my greek professor showed us

[finelythreadedsky]

obsessed with the way epic manhood is defined as being remembered– doing great deeds that will be the stuff of song for generations to come, dying in glory and being memorialized by tombs that inscribe greatness on the physical landscape– and epic womanhood is defined as keeping memory alive– helen weaving the images of men about to die, penelope weaving laertes’s glory into his shroud, cassandra raising the cry and andromache the lament for hector–

something about manhood as passive and womanhood as active in relation to memory is just… such an incredible way of framing things

[finelythreadedsky]

because i suffered through rereading a bunch of thucydides yesterday i’m also thinking about the possibilities of reinterpreting pericles’s admonishment to war widows along these lines

τῆς τε γὰρ ὑπαρχούσης φύσεως μὴ χείροσι γενέσθαι ὑμῖν μεγάλη ἡ δόξα καὶ ἧς ἂν ἐπ᾽ ἐλάχιστον ἀρετῆς πέρι ἢ ψόγου ἐν τοῖς ἄρσεσι κλέος ᾖ.

it is a great renown for you to be no worse than your nature, and she has glory who is least talked about among men, whether for praise or blame

reading directly against the grain here, because her glory is to be least-talked-about because she is supposed to be the one doing the talking, she’s supposed to be remembering and telling the story of her fallen husband. women are supposed to be the storytellers, not the stuff of stories. she’s supposed to be rememberING not rememberED.

definitely not what pericles means, he probably means that women should entrust the preservation of their husbands’ memory to men and to the state and should not try to live up to their husbands’ legacies or concern themselves with anything outside the sphere of their own domestic space. but what if.