MOON BITCH

A SHAPELESS HUNGER

[cryptonature]

Feeling deeply is dangerous.

Doing anything else is tragic.

[lifeinpoetry]

“Wife. The kerosene of grief. It doesn’t age well. It degrades. / Grief is a kind of time.”

— — Sun Yung Shin, from “History of Domestication,” The Wet Hex

[fortuneaday]

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: The best times of your life have not yet been lived. Lucky Numbers 41, 36, 22, 51, 39, 34 Back: August, Chinese text 八 (bā) 月 (yuè)]

[stevebucky-deactivated20221119]

going into the new year

"the return" by mary oliver / howl's moving castle / emily dickinson / @akeleegirl / night in the woods / coming soon by annie dirusso / "invitation" by mary oliver

[spitblossoms]

[draculasswife-deactivated202212]

Artwork by Igor Sid.

[antigonick]

“We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighs to that dark center where procreation flared. Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur: would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.”

—

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Archaic Torso of Apollo”, in Ahead of All Parting: Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. by Stephen Mitchell

Source — Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt, darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber sein Torso glüht noch wie ein Kandelaber, in dem sein Schauen, nur zurückgeschraubt, sich hält und glänzt. Sonst könnte nicht der Bug

der Brust dich blenden, und im leisen Drehen der Lenden könnte nicht ein Lächeln gehen zu jener Mitte, die die Zeugung trug. Sonst stünde dieser Stein entstellt und kurz unter der Schultern durchsichtigem Sturz und flimmerte nicht so wie Raubtierfelle und bräche nicht aus allen seinen Rändern aus wie ein Stern: denn da ist keine Stelle, die dich nicht sieht. Du mußt dein Leben ändern.

[valtsv]

i'm not fighting the narrative, i'm seducing it. but good luck with that i guess.

[valtsv]

YOU'RE trapped in the narrative trying to escape your tragic fate. i'm having the time of my life and getting a satisfactory ending to my story arc because the forces that shape our destinies are in love with me. we are not the same.

[valtsv]

"you are literally being tortured with horrors unfortunately well within comprehension in order to break you body mind and spirit" that's just what it's like when you're the narrator's specialest little boy. they would move mountains just to drop them on top of me. you wouldn't get it 🙄

[simena]

[iamoutofideas]

looks thru a glory hole & sees a train coming straight towards me

[andsalttheearthbehindyou]

Eating is a scandal at the heart of human life. On the one hand because eating implies dismemberment and destruction of that which is consumed: we live by making other beings die. On the other hand because eating reveals a contradiction in the basic structure of human desire. We long to be united with objects and beings outside ourselves, and eating—actual incorporation of an object into our own substance — constitutes the ultimate form of union.

Alec Irwin, "Devoured by God: Cannibalism, mysticism, and ethics in Simone Weil." CrossCurrents (2001): 257-272.

[cair--paravel]

Meyle & Mayer snake brooch, c. 1900. Silver, enamel, and opal snake brooch.

[1five1two]

Alphonse Osbert. 1857-1939.

[psikonauti]

Meghan Howland (American, b.1985)

Prophecy

oil on canvas

[sakrogoat]

Daniele Valeriani - As Above, So Below

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“If you get to Hell, go down all the way: there’s heaven. Everything returns.”

— Sándor Weöres, from “The Gate of Teeth,” written c. September 1959

[kvothes]

marie howe, in an interview with krista tippett of on being