[killyridols]

we love you by louise bourgeois, 2005, welded steel wall plaque, 8.6 × 13.7 centimeters

[thomasmomwell]

louise bourgeois

[anthonysperkins]

The Orphic Trilogy dir. Jean Cocteau: Testament of Orpheus (1960) Orpheus (1950) The Blood of a Poet (1930)

[beastbeastbeast]

“i react like everyone else, even those i most despise; but i make up for it by deploring every action i commit.”

— e.m. cioran, ‘the trouble with being born’

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that 100 years later when a stranger looks at it, it moves again because it is life.

—William Faulkner

[fragbot]

Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all.

- "Deer Tracks," Richard Brautigan (x)

[typewriter-worries]

It's world poetry day so here are some of my favorite poems:

Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

Night Walk by Franz Wright

Crossword by Lloyd Schwartz

The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert

Love Train by Tomás Q. Morín

Divorced Fathers and Pizza Crusts by Mark Halliday

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

in another string of the multiverse, perhaps by Michaella Batten

acknowledgments by Danez Smith

Death Wish by Josh Alex Baker

San Francisco by Richard Brautigan

How to Watch Your Brother Die by Michael Lassell

You Are the Penultimate Love of My Life by Rebecca Hazelton

On Political(ized) Life by Kanika Lawton

All the Dead Boys Look Like Me by Christopher Soto

It Was the Animals by Natalie Diaz

In Time by W.S. Merwin

It Is Maybe Time to Admit That Michael Jordan Definitely Pushed Off by Hanif Abdurraqib

Dear Life by Maya C. Popa

I Could Touch It by Ellen Bass

To The Young Who Want To Die by Gwendolyn Brooks

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds by Ada Limón

[vividiangelo]

"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones."

–Franz Kafka

[chaoticenemyreview]

““Probably it is true enough that the great majority are rarely capable of thinking independently, that on most questions they accept views which they find ready-made, and that they will be equally content if born or coaxed into one set of beliefs or another. In any society freedom of thought will probably be of direct significance only for a small minority. But this does not mean that anyone is competent, or ought to have power, to select those to whom this freedom is to be reserved. It certainly does not justify the presumption of any group of people to claim the right to determine what people ought to think or believe.” ― Friedrich August von Hayek, The Road to Serfdom”

— Friedrich Hayek

[petaltexturedskies]

Albert Camus, from Return to Tipasa

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“Ah! I’m suffocating from this longing I have for you.”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#174]

[trees-and-planets]

— Albert Camus, The Possessed

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Um nicht sehr unglücklich zu werden, ist das sicherste Mittel, daß man nicht verlange, sehr glücklich zu sein.

The safest way to avoid becoming very unhappy is not demanding to be very happy.

Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 – 1860), German philosopher

[old-school-romantics]

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is truly free.

Arthur Schopenhauer

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Nichts ist schwerer, als bedeutende Gedanken so auszudrücken, daß sie jeder verstehen muß.

Nothing is more difficult than expressing important ideas in such a way that everyone is bound to understand them.

Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 – 1860), German philosopher

[looktoyourkingdomz]

how to be perfect - ron padgett

[runningfromadream]

“I am not a religious person, I am hardly a person at all except when I look at you and think that this life with you must go on forever because it is so perfect, with all its imperfections.”

— Ron Padgett