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The Constant
Zuleikha
AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?! AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK?!
My eyes were fixed, petrified in the direction initially taken. It was impossible to look down, impossible to withdraw my glance, impossible to see, because I saw far too much. The only thing I have retained is that she had on a green cloak, that is all—one could call it capturing the cloud instead of Juno; she has escaped me, like Joseph from Potiphar's wife, and left only her cloak behind.
Søren Kierkegaard, The Seducer’s Diary
Death is everywhere here but death is simple, understandable, and wise, even just in its own way. Leaves and needles fall from the trees and rot in the earth, bushes break under a heavy bear paw and dry out, grass becomes quarry for a deer, just as a deer is quarry for a pack of wolves. Death is tightly, seamlessly interwoven with life, so it’s not scary.
Zuleikha by Guzel Yakhina
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al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1430
first posted in facebook may 31, 2025
bartolomé esteban murillo -- "joseph and potiphar's wife" (ca. 1645)
"lie with me" … zuleikha
"stay with me, stay with me for tonight you'd better stay with me" … rod stewart
"what's your name again?" … al janik
She finally manages to catch the disobediently quivering tip of the front sight in the notch of the back sight. She guides the barrel slowly, looking through the back sight, and the world seems different and more distinct, vivid, and bulging. The grass is lusher and greener over the spot where Ignatov is lying on his back. The butterflies circling the clearing and the dragonflies sitting on spikes of grass are larger and prettier, and Zuleikha even discerns web-like lines on their transparent wings and iridescent spheres in their tiny bulging eyes. The back of Yuzuf’s head is further away. Blood vessels form a marble-like pattern on the petals of his little pink ears and a heavy drop of sweat slowly rolls out from under his dark, curly hair to his white neck. Even further is a shaggy brown triangle. A bear’s snout.
I didn’t give much thought to the fact that Guzel Yakhina had trained as a screenwriter until I got to this paragraph. You can totally picture how this would be filmed.