#dirges

[derangedrhythms]

Silence multiplies, silence is fire. 

Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972: A Musical Hell; from ‘Dirges’, tr. Yvette Siegert

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Winifred Duke - Dirge For A Dead Witch - Jarrolds - 1949

[thebluesthour]

...and I can’t narrate the blue absent space left by his eyes.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Dirges”, Selected Poems (trans. Cecilia Rossi)

[fieriframes]

[A person in a green shirt, caption: And we sang dirges in the dark]

[soracities]

And I with my voices all alone, and you, so much on the other side, I mistake you for myself.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Dirges’, Selected Poems (trans. Cecilia Rossi)

[pathofregeneration]

Blessed is he who hath seen these things [the Eleusinian Mysteries] before he goeth beneath the hollow earth; for he understandeth the end of mortal life, and the beginning of a new life given of god.

Pindar, Dirges Fragment 137

[adrasteiax]

(...) I, alone with my voices — and you, so far on the other side that I confuse you with myself.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Dirges in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems”

[ofshadowandsoul]

Please...I have languished here for so long...

...Suffered these stings and bites...

...Every hope I’ve had has been snatched from me...

Let me just...let me just fall apart in your arms.