[darkly-desire]

[souvenirbaby]

You’re an angel, I’m a dog.

[petaltexturedskies]

May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton

[haikuandmore]

Sonnet 30

I won't let words rest. At times they feel ashamed of themselves and want to die, inside of me. When that happens I'm in love.

In a world otherwise silent people—only people—chatter away. What's more, sun and trees and clouds are unconscious of their beauty.

A fast-flying plane flies in the shape of a human passion. Though the blue sky pretends to be a backdrop, in fact there's nothing there.

When I call out, in a small voice, the world doesn't answer. My words are no different from those of the birds.

- Tanikawa Shuntarō

English Translation: W. I. Elliott & K. Kazuo Art: Kitty Sabatier

[vueltaygiro]

Invitación al viaje

– Amalia Bautista.

[bluebeardsbride-deactivated2021]

Red is at the end of black.

— Saeed Jones, “Boy Found Inside A Wolf” Prelude to Bruise

(Blackness isn’t black. It is the last degree of reds. The secret blood of reds.)

— Hélène Cixous, “Bathsheba or the Interior Bible” (translated from the French by Catherine A.F. MacGillivray)

When Homer mentions blood, blood is black.


—  Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

“Have you seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.”

—  Thomas Harris, Red Dragon

[yvain]

red-black, like the last, deepest drop of heart’s blood, brought to light only by violent death.

— Robin McKinley, Deerskin

[yu-sigao]

You’re going to die in your best friend’s arms. And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down, you’ve memorized it, it’s all you know.

Richard Siken, “Planet of Love”

You could tell your tale differently this time, I suppose. But you won’t. Your name will always be Ivan Nikolayevich. You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar, below her eye,  and  wonder where  she  got  it.  You  will  always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again. I am only here to make sure it happens.

Catherynne M. Valente, “Deathless”

[weepingwidar]

Lena Keller (German, 1980) - Decal (2023)

[sailermoon]

Aeschylus, The Oresteia / Anne Carson, H of H Playbook / Hadestown, Road to Hell (Reprise) / John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van / Richard Siken, The Worm King’s Lullaby

[petaltexturedskies]

May Sarton, The Poetry of May Sarton

[maybuds]

from 12:01 A.M. for Haruko by June Jordan (from “haruko/love poems”)

II

The rain does not become a clock does not become the rain

[funeral]

Japanese Girls at the Harbor (1933) dir. Hiroshi Shimizu

[washmysoul]

the sun will shine beautifully on the day i finally shut the fuck up

[escapismsworld]

Alphaville (1965)

Director: Jean-Luc Godard

[derangedrhythms]

Now I hear crash and rending of boughs and the crack of antlers as if the beasts of the forest were all hunting, all rearing high and plunging down among the thorns. One has pierced me. One is driven deep within me.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[funeral]

Shakespeare, Richard III qt. in Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay

[lttledog]

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn.