#modernismposting

[jouissanceangel]

“The long rococo halls, giddy with plush and whorled designs in gold, were peopled with Roman fragments, white and disassociated; a runner’s leg, the chilly half-turned head of a matron stricken at the bosom, the blind bold sockets of the eyes given a pupil by every shifting shadow so that what they looked upon was an act of the sun.” - Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

[jouissanceangel]

ernest hemingway, “a moveable feast”

[jouissanceangel]

"I don’t like when they say that I have an affinity with Virginia Woolf. I don’t want to forgive her for committing suicide. The terrible duty is to go to the end." - Clarice Lispector

[jouissanceangel]

Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

[jouissanceangel]

Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

[jouissanceangel]

“—God, he said quietly. Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it: a gret sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks.” - James Joyce, Ulysses