POPPAEA.

[mesogeios]

“A life lived with intelligence, patience, passion,”

— Mary Oliver, from Winter Hours: Prose, Prose-Poems, And Poems; “The Swan,”

[vfollia]

“As members of human society, perhaps the most difficult task we face daily is that of touching one another—whether the touch is physical, moral, emotional or imaginary. Contact is crisis. As the anthropologists say, “Every touch is a modified blow.” The difficulty presented by any instance of contact is that of violating a fixed boundary, transgressing a closed category where one does not belong.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of “Dirt and Desire: Essay on the Phenomenology of Female Pollution in Antiquity”, in Men in the Off Hours

[vfollia]

“I fell in love with Maurice Merleau-Ponty’s phenomenological account of embodiment as an ongoing process of becoming, rather than a mere static material existence, a process he characterizes as a sedimentation, or an archiving, of experience. This lived body materializes its historical and psychical contours over time precisely through the gestures and patterns of motion that it acquires, auto-mates, forgets, and repeats, through the habits and habitats it enacts and occupies by means of a habitus, which Pierre Bourdieu tells us is nothing other than “history turned into nature, i.e. denied as such.”1 As Gaston Bachelard noted in The Poetics of Space, “We are the diagram of the functions of inhabiting” the spaces where we have lived intimately. “The word habit,” he says, “is too worn a word to express this passionate liaison of our bodies, which do not forget,” with the unforgettable spaces of our inhabitation.2 And yet as Henri Bergson reminds us in Matter and Memory, we remain capable of initiating voluntary motor actions that introduce the potential for change and creative expression that emanate within but depart from received patterns of movement. There is more than a prescripted social choreography, in other words; there is an improvisational ontological dance, which is inherently queer or trans to the extent that it crosses and disrupts old patterns and bends our movements, both personal and collective, toward new and previously unrealized ways of being.”

— Susan Stryker, Queering Archives: A Roundtable Discussion

[fashionfavdotcom]

Rachel Weisz by Yulia Gorbachenko for Porter Magazine April 2023 - Fashion Editorials - Minimal. / Visual.

[brunetteg1rl]

holding hands

raised hands of great finesse, kom ombo temple - egypt // holding hands, persepolis - iran // egyptian colossal of ramesses II and the goddess sekhmet // temple of horus at edfu

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mornings in paris with annie ernaux

[filmaticbby]

Malèna (2000) dir. Giuseppe Tornatore

[lifeinpoetry]

“I was a girl. I was juniper / or magnolia, all violet and rage.”

— — Lorna Dee Cervantes, from “Before You Go,” Emplumada

[metamorphesque]

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

[text ID: I am what I am and I have to accept myself; I was born like this, in this city, with this dialect, without money; I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.]

[lifeinpoetry]

“So few will want to lay down / and watch the world burn / from their bedroom.”

— — Warsan Shire, from “Bless Your Ugly Daughter,” Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[juncst]

[sundaynightfilms]

Lenu’s Florentine Apartment (L’Amica Geniale)

[vlindervin7]

All I can think abt is that one quote that basically just describes that you can’t be your true self in your native language bc there’s too much emotional attachment, but that second languages allow speakers to be truly free with their words

[vlindervin7]

“Some things could only be written in a foreign language; they are not lost in translation, but conceived by it. Foreign verbs of motion could be the only ways of transporting the ashes of familial memory. After all, a foreign language is like art—an alternative reality, a potential world. »

- Svetlana Boym, “Estrangement as a Lifestyle: Shklovsky and Brodsky”

“Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, it first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.”

- Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016

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from Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky

[samanthassteele]

[whalesfallmoved]

“Dear are the long gone days of folly, Paris at night is strange and dull, I’m walking home to grieving violets And someone’s portrait on the wall.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, “In Paris,” My Poems: Selected Poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva (tr. Andrey Kneller)

[brutalistarchitecture2]

From Jeanette Winterson's recent substack article

[chillpotato]

Sylvia Plath

[spivity]

what day in march sylvia,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,sylvia please,,,,,,,,,,,what day in march