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[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“(Most days I don’t know what I am).”

— Voyage of the Sable Venus: and Other Poems; “On the Road to Sri Bhuvaneshwari” by Robin Coste Lewis

[soracities]

“A tired man, when he laughed he seemed absolutely alone on Earth.”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from ‘Travelling Musicians’ (‘Isaac Babel’), Dancing in Odessa

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am in love with misfortune. I should like to clasp it and identify myself with it,”

— Valery Larbaud, tr. by William Jay Smith, from “L’etterna Volutta,”

[nauseadaily]

“People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I want to melt inside moonlight,”

— Lu Yun, from tr. by Burton Watson, “For Ku Yen-hsien, A Poem for Him to Give to his Wife,”

[finita--la--commedia]

And what, then, is the whole of what I have done ? Quite simply: I have introduced just a little bit of honesty.

Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 10: Journal NB31: 138″ (1854), translated from the Danish by Bruce H. Kirmmse  (via finita--la--commedia)

[starrover]

“If anything, I turn away; into greater and greater detachment.”

— Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Campbell Beckett, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn 

[derschonestern-deactivated20221]

“I think I am the victim of a dream.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Moon-minded,”

— Audre Lorde, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde; “Gemini,””

[weepforadonais]

““Ineffectually have I endeavoured to conquer the ardent feelings of my soul; now I overcome them.” were her last words.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, from St. Irvyne; or The Rosicrucian.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I feel that I’m losing the most beautiful years of my life.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to his sister written c. March 1912

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“The secret harmony of disharmony: I don’t want what is already made but what is tortuously in the making.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva, trans. Stefan Tobler (New Directions, 2012) (via wishbzne)

[nauseadaily]

“I give such a big yawn that tears come into my eyes.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via nauseadaily)

[nauseadaily]

Existence is prior to essence.

Jean-Paul Sartre (via nauseadaily)

[nauseadaily]

I go forward slowly.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via nauseadaily)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“And here I am. Lost to everything lost.”

— Nuala Archer, from From A Mobile Home: Poems; “Wild Turkeys at Vinson,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Tenderly, dying inside,

Olga Orozco, from Engravings: Torn from Insomnia: “A Face In Autumn,” (via violentwavesofemotion)