secretum secretorum.

kim's quote collecting sideblog.

[freshmoviequotes]

Notorious (1946)

[corviiids]

wrote one of those split poems about achilles and patroclus

[alex-bumble-bee]

vi, cait - the guardian and the searcher

(more poetry on @two-bees-poetry)

[two-bees-poetry]

I didn’t know whether to post this here or on my main blog which is fandom stuff, but here you go, Arcane fans :)

[pgwodewose]

(From Wigalois: The Knight of Wheel's Fortune by Wirnt von Grafenberg, translated by J.W. Thomas)

[geryone]

4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane

[generatedhandle]

War is the whetstone that grinds down all sense, all humanity.

- A Dowry of Blood

[queenmorgawse]

But where would Camelot stand in that new complicated Britain? Arthur had always seen through illusions, that was his great gift, and now he found that he could see through the last illusion, and that was Camelot itself. Camelot was great and glorious, and it seemed like it would go on forever, but that was only because it couldn't change. Britain was changing, though, a new age was beginning, and one day the ground would shift under Camelot, and when it did Camelot would not shift with it. It would not stand. When that day came it would break and fall to ruin.

And new houses would be built from those old stones.

the bright sword, lev grossman.

[queenmorgawse]

arthur wasn’t wrong. there was a terrible truth at the heart of his life that colored everything he did and everything he was. maybe all men had such secrets ; certainly he, bedivere, had one. arthur’s secret was that when he was hardly more than a child they had handed him the whole world, and the world had a flaw in it, and the flaw was him. he was conceived in sin and deception and murder, and no matter how great a king he became, how passionately he pursued perfection and devoted himself to god, he could never change that. that was the catch, that was the cost, and he would never make it right. it was like one of those cursed wounds from the stories, that would never heal.

typically a son like arthur would destroy his father. if he couldn’t, if his father was beyond his reach, then he would destroy his father’s legacy, the world his father had made, and himself along with it.

lev grossman, the bright sword.

[antigonick]

Will you forgive me? Or if you are unable to forgive me, will you at least remember that I seek it from you?

—Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith and E. Yaewon, Greek Lessons

[antigonick]

I couldn't sleep for longing to see the you that was not you. I yearned like madness only for the you who was not you.

—Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith and E. Yaewon, Greek Lessons

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[geryone]

Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

[sineating]

my armor has a shaggy coat - r. a. w.

[two-bees-poetry]

[girlfromenglishclass]

If I spend too much time thinking about this I'll die.

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[chthonic-cassandra]

                         οὐ γἀρ ἢσυχος κόρη ἔλυσε χρησμῶν ὼς πρὶν αἰόλον στόμα ἀλλ᾽ ἄσπετον χέασα παμμιγῆ βοὴν δαφνηφάγων φοίβαζεν ἐκ λαιμῶν ὄπα Σφιγγὸς κελαινῆς γῆρυν ἐκμιμουμένη.

                 The girl was silent no more. She loosed the glittering voice of her oracles not as before, but now roaring, the unspeakable pouring forth, mingled, speaking from a throat filled with laurel, she imitated the dark and ancient Sphinx.

- Lycophron, Alexandra, lines 4-7, my translation