ineffable

[dk-thrive]

In the next world, should I remember this one, I will praise it above everything.

I wished for death often but now that I am at its door I have changed my mind about the world. It should go on; it is beautiful, even as a dream, filled with water and seed, plants and animals, others like myself, ships and buildings and messages filling the air – a beauty, if ever I have seen one. In the next world, should I remember this one, I will praise it above everything. - David Ignatow, “Above Everything” from 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 (New York City, NY: Little Brown & Co., 1981)

[finalgirlguy]

growing & healing & learning

1. Garden Song, Phoebe Bridgers 2. Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore, Paramore 3. The Orange, Wendy Cope 4. The Return, Mary Oliver 5. What The Living Do, Marie Howe 6. Ending, Johny Bulc 7. Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?, Raymond Carver 8. Spring, Mary Oliver 9. Witch Burning, Sylvia Plath 10. Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, Jeanette Winterson

[ashstfu]

new will to live just dropped (the trees are in bloom and days are starting to get long again)

[greelin]

being in a completely normal nonthreatening scenario & environment and thinking “i have GOT to get the fuck out of here” with the intensity of some trapped neurotic prey animal

[leonardcohenofficial]

“The basic function of popular music is to create an environment for courting, lovemaking, and doing the dishes. It’s useful because it addresses the heart in the midst of all these activities, and it will always be useful in this very important way.”

— Leonard Cohen in a 1985 interview

[transmascfrankiero]

you are NEVER too old to nestle under a blankie and get so cozy and warm. remember this

[killitwithyoursword]

Vincent & Theo Van Gogh 

Hannah Gadsby in Nanette (2018) // At Eternity’s Gate dir. Julian Schnabel (2018) // Loving Vincent dir. Dorota Kobiela & Hugh Welchman (2017) // Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to Theo Van Gogh (1880) // Almond Blossoms by Vincent Van Gogh (1890); painted as a gift for the birth of his brother Theo’s son named after him

[soracities]

“It is not immediately obvious which of Zadkine’s figures is Vincent and which is Theo. Like all who relieve the suffering of others, Theo—in a process that is the exact opposite of a blood transfusion—has taken some of Vincent’s pain into himself. Soon, however, it becomes obvious that while the sky weighs heavily on both figures, one, Vincent, feels gravity as a force so terrible it can drag men beneath the earth. From this moment on you are held by the pathos and beauty of what Zadkine depicts: despair that is inconsolable, comfort that is endless. One figure says, “I can never feel better,” the other, “I will hold you until you are better.”

Geoff Dyer on Ossip Zadkine’s sculpture of Vincent and Theo Van Gogh (from “Blues for Vincent”, Otherwise Known as the Human Condition)

[ethiopienne]

“Nothing I accept about myself can be used against me to diminish me. I am who I am, doing what I came to do, acting upon you like a drug or a chisel to remind you of your me-ness, as I discover you in myself.”

— Audre Lorde, “Eye to Eye”

[blossomfully]

[propertiesofjoy]

haruki murakami, kafka on the shore

[probablyasocialecologist]

“Socialism is, therefore, not a theory of administrative state power, nor is it a theory of a planned, state-run economy, or a form of politics that squashes the individual. It is not a hyper-developed welfare state, nor does it seek to abolish freedom in any concrete sense of the term. Socialism is rooted in a distinctive desire to organize our social world for the common good of its members. According to socialism, the highest good of each member is their own self-realization and their self-realization is, in turn, the basic principle for what determines the common good itself.”

— Michael J. Thompson, The Three Spheres of Democratic Socialism

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“How inelegant and sad our untangling was, how we’d misremember it.”

— Another Small Gathering, Lindsay Bernal

[mashamorevna]

“Touch conceals all kinds of violence and all kinds of gentleness, as well as all the violent gentle things. In a certain sense all touch is violent. The softest of touches puts a limit on intactness, yours or mine.”

— Portraits of Portraits: The Very Day/Light of Roni Horn, Hélène Cixous, tr. Eric Prenowitz (via cor-ardens)

[mashamorevna]

“I am drowning in this past.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath  (via funeral)

[mashamorevna]

“Why is it that one runs to one’s ruin? Why is destruction such a fascination?”

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis  (via funeral)

[maybethereissomething]

Léo Luccioni, Lays nature, 2020

[kafk-a]

Louise Glück, from an interview with poet in Poets & Writers