THE HOUSE THAT BLEEDS
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THE HOUSE THAT BLEEDS
The Haunting of Hill House / Guillermo Del Toro about Crimson Peak / Sharp Objects / Anatomy / Hannibal / House-meat / Why Are You Haunted?
Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”
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• “If Moses had seen the way my friend’s face blushes when he’s drunk, and his beautiful curls and wonderful hands, he would not have written in his Torah: do not lie with a man” (rabbi yehuda al-harizi/judah ben solomon harizi, book of taḥkemoni)
• “The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” ( Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry)
• I want to stay on the back porch / while the world tilts / toward sleep, until what I love /misses me, and calls me in. (Dorianne Laux, from “On the Back Porch,” Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems )
• “I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now.” (Tennessee Williams, from a letter to Donald Windham)
•I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot juice, blackberries and quince” (Nizar Qabbani, A Green Lantern on Damascus’ Door)
• "Put your heart in it" "My heart's with you. I don't have it anymore” (Dear Ex, 2018)
• "Why did you call me at the office today?" "I had nothing to do. I wanted to hear your voice." (In The Mood For Love, 2000)
• I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week (Arctic Monkeys)
• This tweet
• Sharing a bubble bath on a rainy day, Santa Cruz, February 2015.
• Chungking Express (1994)
“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. You caught me at a time when I’ve been thinking a lot about love because I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. All the greatest love stories just seem to be about physical attraction. Romeo and Juliet didn’t know ifthey liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was. So much of our lives were linked. We were very physical and affectionate. But we also shared every ritual of our life. I miss her every time I leave a movie and can’t ask for her opinion. Or every time I go to a restaurant and can’t give her a taste of my chicken. I miss her most at night. We got in bed together at the same time every night.”
from Yasica, Puerto Plata by JP Infante
Image transcription:
When I lived in the mountains, I thought the same color meant the same taste. Tangerines oranges and the sun. Citrus.
When I saw my great-grandmother peel a tangerine with her bare hands while men used knives for oranges, she became God. I imagined what she could do with the sun.
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Good omens - Hard Times // The Magnus Archives - Bloody Mary // Hannibal - Apertivo // Killing Eve - You're Mine // The Penumbra Podcast - Juno Steel And The Murderous Mask pt. 2 // The Witcher - Rare Species
It’s nice how “I love you, and you don’t pay me” “Not to me, not if it’s you” “You’re the only man who’s ever touched me, the only one, I haven’t touched anyone since” “If I loved you less then I might be able to take about it more” “When I’m gone dream me the world, something new every night” “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” “I could stare at your back all day” “I reach out and hold you in my arms, I love you, I love you, I love you” “Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne” “You didn’t you me when I was 13. I really wish I did.” “I love you. I want us both to eat well.” “Do all lovers feel like they are inventing something?” “I can take care of myself just fine, all right? No.” “I love you. I’m glad I exist.” “You buy me orange juice” “He is half of my soul, as the poets say” “I can’t hold enough of you in my hands” “You have bewitched me, body and soul” all mean the same thing...
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cinnamon girl - lana del rey // emma (2020) - dir. autumn de wilde // text post - @tturing // the unbearable lightness of being - milan kundera // the song i’ll never write - gary barlow // earth, my likeness - walt whitman // the most profound things are inexpressible - christina badal // @theweeknd on twitter via @z-ndjenja // cinnamon girl - lana del rey
 The Social Network (2010) dir. by David Fincher// Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers// Succession: Season 1, Episode 8 - “Prague”//I Was Caroline Calloway by Natalie Beach// Thoroughbreds (2017) dir. by Cory Finley// Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. by Karyn Kusama// Pennywise’s Suicidal Tendencies: A Talk with “It: Chapter Two” Star Bill Skarsgard and Director Andy Muschietti// Little Women (2019) dir. by Greta Gerwig
coming down, halsey // blue lily, lily blue, maggie stiefvater // young god, halsey // the song of achilles, madeline miller // who is this boy, @aristosmusical // salmacis and hermaphroditus, ted hughes
LOVE IS STORED IN THE KITCHEN PT 1/? our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks by christopher citro, perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo, kerrylockwood on instagram, the egg-eaters by hilde goossens, @3000s on tumblr, art by tomoko hara @tomokohara, a pot of red lentils by peter pereira, bread and soup by diane fraser, @grebcomics, from a letter to donald windham by tennessee williams
““The mannerisms that help define gender - the way in which people walk,swing their hips, gesture with their hands, move their mouths and eyes when they talk, take up space - are all based upon how non disabled people move…The construct of gender depends not only upon the male body and female body, but also on the non disabled body.””
— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation
“I no longer have a gender. Rather, I have a wheelchair.”
—Christina Crosby, A Body, Undone.
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, benjamin alire sáenz - brutal, olivia rodrigo - seventeen, marina - @wendycopegf - if i stay, gayle foreman - seventeen, peach pit - girls your age, transviolet - jackie and wilson, hozier
Catherine Lacey, “Cut” / Robin McKinley, Deerskin / Bruce Springsteen intro to “I’m on Fire” / Mary Ruefle, “Woodtangle” / Dick Lourie, “How Do We Forgive Our Fathers?”
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED ADAM. MY THROAT HAS BEEN DRY FOR A MONTH NOW, CLOGGED UP WITH PHLEGM OR TENDER TISSUE BURNING. A FRIEND YELLED AT ME WHEN I PUT MY TEETH ON AN ORANGE. UNPEELED. ONLY JOKING, OF COURSE. I WOULD NEVER TAKE A BITE OF SOMETHING I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO.
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED ADAM. MY CHEST HURTS. IS IT FROM THE DEFECTIVE HEART RATTLING MY RIBCAGE OR THE LUNGS THAT CANNOT TAKE IN AIR OR THE FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO MAKE MY BODY FIT A DIFFERENT MOLD? CASTS HAVE FAILED AND FALLEN APART. DOCTOR, DOCTOR, IRON ME FLAT.
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED ADAM. WHAT’S IN A NAME? ROSES ARE NOT PLANTED IN ORCHARDS YET TREES STAND TALL IN GARDENS. WITH THIS STUFFED UP NOSE I CANNOT SMELL THE SWEETNESS. CITRUS POLLEN STILL STICKS TO MY LIPS. TEETH ARE BARED. MINE? I WEAR NO COLLAR TO TELL WHO I AM OR WHERE I BELONG.
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NAMED ADAM. I AM MY OWN BEST FRIEND AND I AM DIGGING. I GNAW ON MY OWN BONES. I COUGH WHEN I LAUGH. SOMEDAY I WILL SINK MY TEETH INTO FORBIDDEN FRUIT AND BE FORGIVEN. CALL ME SICK. CALL ME BROKEN FOR I HAVE BROKEN EVERY RULE SET LIKE CHEAP PLASTER. CALL ME ANYTHING BUT MY NAME. I DON’T HAVE TO WANT IT JUST BECAUSE IT’S GOD-GIVEN.
“And I will eat you slowly with kisses”
— Anne Sexton