ACT I.

user ellechanel’s chaos

[villainbrides]

hello everyone it’s elle!

i’ve made this blog to talk about my writing and post excrepts of what i’m working on. i’d love to follow fellow writers :)

[derangedrhythms]

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes; from ‘Detail of the Fire’

[lunamonchtuna]

— Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

[crossroadsblue]

- Richard Siken, "Driving, Not Washing"

[tristealven]

“Yes, people with ugly faces can lead beautiful lives, and people with beautiful faces can lead ugly ones, and a beautiful face can draw you right down deep into the world’s greatest ugliness. But in the next draft of existence, they will not understand this; how one person’s beautiful face could pull another deep into their greatest sorrow.”

— Sheila Heti, Pure Colour (via smokefalls)

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

“Hung on my bedroom wall is the quote attributed to Joan of Arc: “I am not afraid. I was born to do this.” However my life unfolds, goes my thinking, is how I am meant to live it; however my life unspools itself, I was created to bear it.”

— Esmé Weijun Wang, The Collected Schizophrenias  

[nightattheboathouse]

- E. M. Forster's New Year's resolutions, written 31 December 1904

[stuckinapril]

[antigonick]

“He loved her [… and] he wanted nothing from her: this was a generous, expansive feeling, unattached to the possibility of gratification; it was a simple happiness that came from knowing that one particular person was alive in the world.”

— Jo Baker, Longbourn

[antigonick]

“The subliminal mind has many dark, unhappy corners, after all. Imagine something loosening itself from one of those corners. Let’s call it a—a germ. And let’s say conditions prove right for that germ to develop—to grow, like a child in the womb. What would this little stranger grow into? A sort of shadow-self, perhaps: a Caliban, a Mr Hyde. A creature motivated by all the nasty impulses and hungers the conscious mind had hoped to keep hidden away: things like envy and malice and frustration…”

— Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger

[oofpoetry]

“I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere. I’m trying to figure out this thing He made called a man.”

— Anis Mojgani

[ohevoyev]

ABEL THE FIRST BLOOD AND THE FIRST GHOST; AND CAIN THE FIRST KILLER WHO CALLED GOD DOWN FROM HEAVEN TO SHARE THE BLAME

(i) lord byron, cain: a mystery / (ii) gustave doré, cain slays abel, 1866 / (iii) marilynne robinson, housekeeping / (iv) william-adolphe bouguereau, the first mourning, 1888 / (v) rashi on genesis 4:10 / (vi) marc chagall, cain et abel, 1960 / (vii) cain, josé saramago (tr. margaret jull costa) / (viii) alexandre falguière, etching of cain and abel, 1876 / (ix) ernst simon, the jews as god’s witness to the world

[luvecrime]

Jane Hirshfield, Assay Only Glimpsable for an Instant

[tridentarius]

Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.

harrowhark nonagesimus and gideon nav

amal el-mohtar & max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war | hélène cixous, hyperdream | adolf hering, death and the maiden | paramore, all i wanted | tennessee williams, cat on a hot tin roof | lemony snicket, a series of unfortunate events | frank ocean, ivy | samantha shannon, the bone season | danez smith, acknowledgments

[ligeia-of-the-rhine]

“For a demon has no heart as we do, a little red fist in our chest. A demon’s body is nothing but heart, its whole interior beating and pulsating and thundering in time to the clocks of Pandemonium.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams.

[luthienne]

—Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams; “The Red Girl”

—Richard Siken, Crush; “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves”

[flowerytale]

Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″