immerse yourself in your suffering

a blog directed towards understanding the human condition through studying literary fiction, philosophy, indigenous culture, visual art, & social justice issues. writing critiques are welcome and even sought.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

In bed. I despise life.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And what had been so far away was all at once quite near.

Franz Kafka, from The Complete Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)

[nocturnal-emptiness]

Arrows of sensation strike from my spine, but without order.

The Waves, Virginia Woolf

[quotemadness]

I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.

John Steinbeck (via quotemadness)

[biblioklept]

Girl Reading on a Divan — Ceri Richards

[poetsorg]

Consciousness can be incised by experience, seared by memory, awakened by what is seen and experienced and the poet’s language also passes through this fire and is marked by it.

Carolyn Forché (via poetsorg)

[karolinakoryl]

Girl with lemons / august 2015 / Karolina Koryl two new postcards available in my etsy shop

[theparisreview]

Poetry springs from something deeper; it’s beyond intelligence. It may not even be linked with wisdom. It’s a thing of its own; it has a nature of its own.

Jorge Luis Borges (via theparisreview)

[biblioklept]

Spirits will hover over the ashes (Wittgenstein)

From Culture and Value.

[newyorker]

“I think it’s kind of beautiful and hilarious to see people eating their organic kale and quinoa salads while gazing across the opaque, fetid water,” Adrian Tomine says of his cover for this week’s issue, “Gowanus Canal, Brooklyn.” 

See more covers by Tomine featuring New York City.

[writerswritecompany]

Bookshelves in the eaves of this converted barn

[steens-deactivated20161222]

Melanie Authier: Springloaded, 2011; acrylic on canvas, 50 x 60 in.

[eiruvsq]

[starseedastrology]

Venus in Virgo

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.

Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality (via whyallcaps)

[booksaremadeofawesome]

Well, true story

[brittbooklr]

Currently.

[skella-bro]

WCVB Channel 5 Boston: Vandals defaced an iconic statue of Christopher Columbus in Boston’s North End by covering it in red paint and tagging it with the phrase “Black Lives Matter. | http://wcvb.tv/6187BBCw5

[skella-bro]

Now that’s what I like to see, Boston!

[uglynialong-deactivated20171222]

#DefaceWhiteSupremacyMonuments2k15

[odinsblog]

Here for it 👍🏿

[missydunaway]

Before I begin a new painting tonight, I’ll post a rerun of two favorite pages. Text reads, “I’ve discovered that I have the gift to feel at home. Just about anywhere.”