#existentialist

[dzgrizzle]

[rockstar-vamp]

The text I sent to my friend today

[stoic-hannibal-lecter]

Me literally omg , but now that I think about it I dont know if my loneliness pushed me to overeducation or vice verca ! Cas I look at myself reading this complicated shit book or staring I a painting for hours or hitting the theatre for a play , and I think to myself , a happy accepted and loved person would not be here ! He would be out there with his friends and loved ones doing silly silly stuff and being happy , you would have been one of them but you're not ! And it wasn't your choice ! It helps me not judge anyone and I think it's one of the grudges us elites have against common people , yes they might not know ad much but its primarily because they didn't have to !

[bitter69uk]

"When I was a young girl, Juliette Gréco was my absolute idol … That long black hair, like some curtain at the entrance to a fortune teller’s tent, is a national symbol of hipness, resistance, sensuality and mystery … She’s my role model for life. If I want to be anybody, I want to be Juliette Gréco."

/ Marianne Faithfull, from her book Memories, Dreams & Reflections (2007) /

Born 99 years ago today: ultimate black-clad, throaty-voiced, morbidly beautiful French beatnik chanteuse, actress, eyeliner role model, proto-goth and Morticia Addams lookalike Juliette Gréco (7 February 1927 - 23 September 2020). “The French actress, Juliette Gréco, who used to sing in Existentialist cafes and still has the appearance of somebody not entirely reconciled to soap” is how the New York Times summarized her in 1958 (yikes!). More happily, a 1960 profile in Life magazine anointed Gréco the “soul of post-war Paris.” With her low, sensual voice saturated in vin rouge and Gauloises smoke and stark, gloomy image (“You moonbathe while others sunbathe,” Pablo Picasso famously exclaimed regarding her consumptive nightclub pallor), Gréco would exert an influence on later artists like Nico, Marianne Faithfull and Marc Almond. I was privileged to see Gréco perform in London twice: at The Barbican in 2000 and the Royal Festival Hall in 2011. Face powdered chalk-white, sheathed in a long black funeral shroud with batwing sleeves, she was mesmerizing! (Her furious, fist-shaking version of Jacques Brel’s “Ne Me Quitte Pas” was particularly devastating). Why not remember Gréco’s artistry by cranking up her signature tunes like “Les Amours Perdues”, “La Javanaise”, “Sous le ciel de Paris” or “Les Feuilles Mortes”? Pictured: young Greco captured backstage at the Bobino music hall in Paris in November 1951.

[kafkasapartment]

Whose Name Was Writ In Water, 2024. Jade Nguyen Van. Sterling silver.

[academic-vampire]

Thanks, ThriftBooks. Not really! 🥳

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?

Friedrich Nietzsche

[thepersonalwords]

Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inanimate,The trees that stand proudly in winter,Not missing their leaves.I wanted to be weightless,To not experience limitation.I didn’t want time to pass,The blur of days, months, years.It moved too quickly,I wanted to grasp on,Hold it.It eluded me,Intangible,Like light.I wanted to preserve life before you were gone.I didn’t want to know grief.But the pain kept me connected.It meant that I loved you,It meant that I would always be a little broken,It meant that our love filled all of the empty spaces.It meant that you would be with me... forever.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn