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[ophelia-network]

The Forest

Sweet plums, 

I spit out and lie down in fruit juice, 

like a sticky child

My eyes are moss, fern tendrils

Twist themselves around my body

She is my Bloody Mistress, 

my cult leader, my Mother, my God

I am her acolyte

She feeds on me like a starving saint

And I,

Ascend with glazed, stoned, dreamy face

My skin the hue of greengages

Sugary spittle dribbles down my chin

— @entropydemons (ophelia net member)

DFS Cover by Vania Zouravliov

[entropydemons]

Poem I wrote in the detox clinic, inspired by R D Laing’s The Bird of Paradise 🌡💊⚡️🌙🥀🦋

[ophelia-network]

Existence is a flame which constantly melts and recasts our theories. Existential thinking offers no security, no home for the homeless. It addresses no one except you and me. It finds its validation when, across the gulf of our idioms and styles, our mistakes, errings, and perversities we find in the other's communication an experience of relationship established, lost, destroyed or regained. R D Laing , The Politics of Experience

Nicoletta Ceccoli

[ophelia-network]

“Main thought! The individual himself is a fallacy. Everything which happens in us is in itself something else which we do not know. ‘The individual’ is merely a sum of conscious feelings and judgments and misconceptions, a belief, a piece of the true life system or many pieces thought together and spun together, a ‘unity’, that doesn’t hold together. We are buds on a single tree—what do we know about what can become of us from the interests of the tree! But we have a consciousness as though we would and should be everything, a phantasy of ‘I’ and all ‘not I.’ Stop feeling oneself as this phantastic ego! Learn gradually to discard the supposed individual! Discover the fallacies of the ego! Recognize  egoism asfallacy! The opposite is not to be understood as altruism! This would be love of other supposed individuals! No! Get beyond ‘myself’ and ‘yourself’!  Experience cosmically!”

― Nietzsche, Kritische Studienausgabe

[ophelia-network]

“And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that’s when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it’s in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat.”- Helene Cixous, Coming to Writing and other Essays

Unseelie Court: Death by Jasmine Beckett Griffith

[ophelia-network]

"The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny - it is the light that guides your way". -Heraclitus

Unseelie Court: Lust by Jasmine Beckett Griffith

[ophelia-network]

As this external human world is almost completely and totally estranged from the inner, any personal direct awareness of the inner world already has grave risks.

Sanity today appears to rest very largely on a capacity to adapt to the external world—the interpersonal world, and the realm of human collectivities.

But since society, without knowing it, is starving for the inner, the demands on people to evoke it in a "safe" way, in a way that need not be taken seriously, etc., is tremendous—while the ambivalence is equally intense. Small wonder that the list of artists, in say the last 150 years, who have become shipwrecked on these reefs is so long...” R D Laing

Unseelie Court: Greed by Jasmine Beckett Griffith