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i post for the girls who are poor, obscure, plain, and little
Song · 2010 · Duration 3:40
Elizabeth Olsen on the set of Martha Marcy May Marlene. (x)
Philippe Aries, The Hour of Our Death: The Classic History of Western Attitudes Toward Death Over the Last One Thousand Years
Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)
Postcard
by Margaret Atwood
I’m thinking of you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we have are the usual fractured coke bottles and the smell of backed-up drains, too sweet, like a mango on the verge of rot, which we have also. The air clear sweat, mosquitos & their tracks; birds, blue & elusive.
Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one day after the other rolling on; I move up, its called awake, then down into the uneasy nights but never forward. The roosters crow for hours before dawn, and a prodded child howls & howls on the pocked road to school. In the hold with the baggage there are two prisoners, their heads shaved by bayonets, & ten crates of queasy chicks. Each spring there’s a race of cripples, from the store to the church. This is the sort of junk I carry with me; and a clipping about democracy from the local paper. Outside the window they’re building the damn hotel, nail by nail, someone’s crumbling dream. A universe that includes you can’t be all bad, but does it? At this distance you’re a mirage, a glossy image fixed in the posture of the last time i saw you. Turn you over, there’s the place for the address. Wish you were here. Love comes in waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on & on, a hollow cave in the head, filling and pounding, a kicked ear.
"Andras, grand marquis of Hell. He is seen with the body of an angel (and) the head of an owl." The owl head symbolizes nocturnal malevolence and secret knowledge; the wolf, ferocity; the angel's body, his fallen character.
Dictionnaire infernal. 1863.
Internet Archive
the sadeian woman, angela carter
Katrin Koenning
Is God Is (2026) dir. Aleshea Harris
“Opening Statements today in the second criminal trial of Danny Masterson. Leah Remini, an outspoken critic of Scientology, attended the proceedings.”
Mona Shafer Edwards.
“Those people with perfect houses are simply obsessed with death. A house that is so well maintained, furnished with good-looking furniture of high quality, decorated tastefully, everything in its place, becomes a living tomb. People truly engaged in life have messy houses.”
— Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
C. P. Cavafy, tr. Edmund Keeley and Phillip Sherrard, “The City”
Beside The Lake
Andriana Nativio
From the Bus, New York, Photo by Robert Frank, 1958
hildegard of bingen + speaking in tongues