May 2013
“Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk...”
– Mary Oliver, Thirst. And the river flows… (via crashinglybeautiful)
“I love you: body shared, undivided. Neither you nor I severed. There is no need...”
– Luce Irigaray, When Our Lips Speak Together (via frenchtwist)
“There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.”
– John Cage (via artemisdreaming)
“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”
– André Malraux (via mythologyofblue)
“The very first
Of human life must spring from woman’s breast…”
– Lord Byron, Sardanapalus, a tragedy (via frenchtwist)
crashinglybeautiful:
We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss - we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat...
“[H]e knew he needed first hand experience to understand the mystery of pain.”
– Greg Egan, Permutation City (via frenchtwist)
“[Terrified] and not of the fear of dying – I have always been reconciled to that...”
– Jean-Luc Godard, Le gai savoir (via frenchtwist)
“I was made of delicate substance, mysterious time.
Perhaps the source is within...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, from Heraclitus, translation by Thomas Frick (via frenchtwist)
“In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni.
We turn around in the night and are...”
– Guy Debord, from the script for his final movie In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni, 1978 (via frenchtwist)
