metamorphoses

of bodies chang'd to various forms i sing

[polkadotmotmot]

Rithika Pandey - A Soft Beginning of my Non-Linear Breath, 2020

[divineofficial]

Divine and Marc Almond.

[goreprofonde]

“What made a woman who named herself and her daughter after flowers call her grandson a dog? A woman who watches out for her own, that’s who. As you know, in the village where Lan grew up, a child, often the smallest or weakest of the flock, as I was, is named after the most despicable things: demon, ghost child, pig snout, monkey-born, buffalo head, bastard—little dog being the more tender one. Because evil spirits, roaming the land for healthy, beautiful children, would hear the name of something hideous and ghastly being called in for supper and pass over the house, sparing the child. To love something, then, is to name it after something so worthless it might be left untouched—and alive. A name, thin as air, can also be a shield.”

- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.

[woundgallery]

Ana Mendieta, Silueta Series (Tree of Life Series), 1978, lifetime color photograph, 20,3 x 25,4 cm

[justdave-deactivated20211107]

“The problem with defining awakening is that upon hearing each of these descriptions, the mind creates another image, another idea of what this ultimate truth or ultimate reality is all about. As soon as these images are created, our perception is distorted once again. In this way, it’s really impossible to describe the nature of reality, except to say that it’s not what we think it is, and it’s not what we’ve been taught it is. In truth, we are not capable of imagining what it is that we are. Our nature is literally beyond all imagination. What we are is that which is watching—that consciousness which is watching us pretending to be a separate person. Our true nature is continually partaking of all experience, awake to every instant, to each and every moment.”

— Adyashanti, The End Of Your World

[speciesbarocus]

Hendrick ter Brugghen - The Crucifixion with the Virgin and St. John (c. 1624). Detail.

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Tonight I’m Someone Else, Chelsea Hodson

[fuckyeah-ewanmcgregor]

Ewan McGregor as Curt Wild in Velvet Goldmine

[wike-wabbits]

AI-generated nude paintings by Robbie Barrat

[queengreendown]

Well, now, you may be asking yourself: What is all this? I can’t save the world. What about my life? I didn’t ask to come here. I didn’t ask to be born. Didn’t you? I put it to you that you did. You not only asked to be born, you insisted on your life. That is why you are here. No other reason. It was too easy not to be. Now that you are here, you have to do something you respect, don’t you? Your parents did not dream you up—you did. I am simply urging you to continue the dream you started. For dreaming is not irresponsible; it is first-order human business. It is not entertainment; it is work. When Martin Luther King Jr. said, “I have a dream,” he was not playing; he was serious. When he imagined it, envisioned it, created it in his own mind it began to be, and we must dream it too to give it the heft and stretch and longevity it deserves. Don’t let anybody, anybody convince you this is the way the world is and therefore must be. It must be the way it ought to be.

Toni Morrison, The Source of Self-Regard (via queengreendown)

[christopherbarnard]

Halloween at Studio 54, 1981 

[s0rdide-sentimental]

[rotgospels]

Alex Myers, The Story of Silence

[goreprofonde]

“What if you could choose to not feel like a monster choose the shape your shadow cuts into the light wouldn’t you tend the brown dirt of your body? wouldn’t you catalogue each new tough stalk each bud and sprout of hair wouldn’t it be a miracle to be pulled back from ledge by your good, green hands how could you not be a prophet of your body? how could you stop saying its name? I don’t understand why we can’t simply praise the body for what it’s not not a copper wish thrown to the bottom of a river not a photograph haunting a mother’s house no garden of rootless flowers no graveyard for bullets not jailhouse, not house fire not ash yet, not rot not gone yet not yet.”

- Cameron Awkward-Rich, Break-Up Letters.

[mun-dane]

“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”

— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“— In which mirror did I lose my face?”

— Cecília Meireles, tr. by Natalie D’Arbeloff, from “How To Recognize The Road: Portrait,”

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Neon Genesis Evangelion S01E16 ‘Splitting of the Breast’ (Hideaki Anno, 1996)