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@wiltingblossom
Poet, poet, poet... Go rediscover the nameless God in free nature, and bloom in the thousand faces that have never prevented you from being beautiful, mingle with the recreation of the world, believe in nymphs, dance with the angels, caress fauns, cause buds to burst into flower alongside you…
Hélène Picard, “The Witch Liberated,” from Sabbat, translation by Brian Stableford
Stone Circle in Derbyshire
Charles Baudelaire, Hymn to Beauty The Flowers of Evil, tr. William Ageler Originally published 1857
Pieter Coecke van Aelst (Flemish, 1502-1550) - Vertumnus and Pomona, c. 1548. Tapestry. Wool, Gold, Silk and Silver. 425 cm x 500 cm.
Alice Notley
Ame no uzume no mikoto (goddess of dawn, mirth, meditation, revelry and the arts in the Shinto religion of Japan) by Kajita Hanko (1870-1917)
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up at 1 AM inventing new ways to want and want and want and want and
Touched bottom again. Decided to liberate myself. We are never trapped unless we choose to be.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947
“And the perfumes tender, sweet, intense / enter me like a delicate blade.”
— Laurence Binyon, from May Evening; Porphyrion.
Ingmar Bergman
Hand of a Kore holding a fruit, Attic workshop, 6th century BC, marble, Acropolis Museum, Athens.
“I want to show myself the dirtiest and lowest part of me–and only then can I forgive myself. I want to be forgiven for being so full of sensuality that it is an animal cry inside me, a taste of the harsh voice of the wolf desiring its prey, me!”
— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June [originally published 1986]
