[killyridols]

laments, by jenny holzer, published by dia art foundation. designed with jill korostoff.

[sweatermuppet]

the damnation of being a romantic with a body that won't cooperate

click for quality / paper + digital (instagram)

[sweatermuppet]

remake of a piece from november 2021, paper + digital (2022)

click for quality + do not remove caption (instagram)

[joyfullllives]

Jenny Holzer | Inflammatory Essays | circa 1979-1981

[yodaprod]

1982

[sweatermuppet]

from "nov 4 2021" by silas denver melvin

paper + digital / click for quality (instagram)

[ponyoisms]

jenny holzer plaques

[disease]

JENNY HOLZER / SURVIVAL / 1983-85 [cast aluminium plaque | 5 ½ x 9 ½”]

[nevver]

Later, Jenny Holzer (orig Steven Siegel | Flickr)

[thethirdbear]

[keepthefrank]

on the enormity of love and desire when you are alone

lucille clifton "climbing" | richard siken "birds hover the trampled field" | diary of franz kafka, jan 24 1915 | laurie halse anderson on 'moby dick' | 300122 by @ryebreadgf | richard siken "litany in which certain things are crossed out" | jenny holzer inflammatory essay "untitled (oh lord when you are alone)" | mitski "love me more" | richard siken "planet of love" | haruki murakami "norwegian wood"

[dankmemeuniversity]

[kristina100000]

when i dont reply to a message itsbecause i love you

[nemfrogfilms]

Mount St. Helens acts up, May 18, 1980. The Eruption Of Mount St. Helens. Graphic Films. 1980.

Internet Archive

[third-order-simulacra]

“acts up”

[msburgundy-deactivated20230304]

Woman Moment™️

[plum-soup]

Late 1800s doctor voice: a classic case of female hysteria

[thickness-protection-program]

I support women’s rights but more importantly I support women’s wrongs

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[britticisms]

“The Orchard” (1998) by Justine Kurland, now cover art for the latest edition of The Virgin Suicides

[weepforadonais]

“Goethe has said, that in youth we cannot be happy unless we love. I did not love; but I was devoured by a restless wish to be something to others.”

— Mary Shelley, from The Last Man.