Pretty boy consumed by death.

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Pretty boy consumed by death.
AnaĂŻs Nin, to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of AnaĂŻs Nin & Henry Miller, (1932-1953)
flower â life è±äșșç, 2002, Nobuyoshi Araki.
Jean Renoir - The Crime of Monsieur Lange (1936)
erotism: death and sensuality, georges bataille
Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.
Aussi loin que la science recule ses frontiĂšres, et sur tout lâarc Ă©tendu de ces frontiĂšres, on entendra courir encore la meute chasseresse du poĂšte. Car si la poĂ©sie nâest pas, comme on lâa dit, « le rĂ©el absolu », elle en est bien la plus proche convoitise et la plus proche, apprĂ©hension, Ă cette limite extrĂȘme de complicitĂ© ou le rĂ©el dans le poĂšme semble sâinformer lui-mĂȘme. ïżŒ
Saint-John Perse
the theatre and its double, antonin artaud
Your ghost inseparable from my shadow
Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters; from âA Picture of Ottoâ
"He who is unfamiliar with depression, who never feels his soul being broken by his body, invaded by its weakness, is incapable of gaining any insight into man. One must go below, must look at the underside. One must be no longer able to move, to hope, to believe, in order to perceive."
-Jacques Riviere (in a letter to Antonin Artaud)
Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) dir. Alain Resnais
â Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Ma déplorable manie de l analyse m épuise.
Je doute de tout, et mĂȘme de mon doute.
You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence.
William S. Burroughs
Santiago Caruso
âOceans resting in me,â
â Piotr Oreshin, from âNot By Hands Created,â written c. September 1912
In the sea of lost dreams. Jenner, CA.Â