Blackest Eyez

"Self reflection needs awareness... ; awareness needs self reflection. One cannot function without the other" - Words generated from an abnormally abnormal mind ✌️🐾

[theoptia]

Renzo Novatore, from The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore; translated by Wolfi Landstreicher

Text ID: I crossed the threshold of good and evil in order to live my life intensely. I live today and can not await tomorrow.

[mephixtae]

“Living itself is the source of sin.”

― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

(Art by me)

[litsnaps]

[old-school-romantics]

-Fernando Pessoa

[mephixtae]

Dazed eyes, shrivelled hair

A whirlpool within; sublime exterior.

The taste of sweet red on the tongue,

Dusk in her lungs.

Jaded by her afflictions;

She faded into putrid addictions

They chipped at her soul

Led astray by what she thought made her whole

At least, not any more.

[quotespile]

“Literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way a person looks at reality, then you can change it.”

— James Baldwin, New York Times Book Review (Sept 23, 1979)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”

— Don DeLillo, from White Noise (Viking, 1985)

[derangedrhythms]

...the soul is wet and dark, a creature that takes up residence in the human body like a parasite and feeds on it, a creature hungry for experience and power and possessed of an inhuman joy that cares nothing for its host, but lives, as it must live, in perpetual, disfigured longing.

John Burnside, from 'The Glister'

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Angela Carter, from “Nights at the Circus.”

[theoptia]

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City"

Text ID: I wanted to die, but the moment has passed. / Anguish returns, and so does fury.

[derangedrhythms]

I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

Bram Stoker, from ‘Dracula’

[funeral]

“It is really unbelievable how, looked at from the outside, empty and meaningless, and, felt from the inside, dull and unconscious the life of most people goes by. It is a weak longing and dragging oneself along, a dreamy tumble through the four stages of life towards death accompanied by a series of trivial thoughts. Those lives are like clockworks that have been wound up and that move without knowing why; and each time a human is conceived and born, the clock of human life is wound up anew, to repeat once again the same old story that has already been told countless times before.”

— Michael Hauskeller, The Meaning of Life and Death

[funeral]

Hélène Cixous, Fiction and Its Phantoms: A Reading of Freud’s The Uncanny

[philosophybits]

“That’s what I consider true generosity. You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, All Men are Mortal

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I soon found myself becoming indifferent to people. A well cynicism rose in me. Conversations all sounded as if they had been recorded years ago and were being played back on a turntable.” - Tennessee Williams, The Catastrophe of Success

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I am not born for one corner; the whole world is my native land.” - Seneca, Moral Letters to Lucilius

[thewildetyme]

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka