We should savor and honor them: those poets who practiced magic, those women who saw into what was beyond the common sense, that folk that dwelt upon the margins of fairy.
| — | Robert Duncan, from “The H. D. Book,” first published c. January 2011 (via violentwavesofemotion) |
“almost every woman i have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind”
— Elana Dykewomon “Notes for a Magazine"
“I want to live for myself a little, after all this time.”— Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”
Emma Amos, Flower Sniffer, 1966.
enjoying a fruity cocktail in the interior illusions lounge
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
(..) psychologists say that
shame ruins your capacity for reverie by making cracks
in the mind where it is dangerous for thought to wander.
| — | Anne Carson, Float; “Shame stack” (via kuanios) |
from an article in spare rib: a woman’s liberation magazine no. 74, september 1978
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minimalist bedrooms are nice but you’ll never catch my cluttered materialist ass alive
“Isn’t blue supposed to be spiritual?”
“What makes you think I’m spiritual?”A Single Man (2009) dir. Tom Ford
Charles Demuth (American, 1883-1935), In Vaudeville: Two Acrobat-Jugglers, 1916. Watercolor and graphite on wove paper, 28.4 x 20.3 cm.
Adrienne Rich, When We Dead Awaken: Writing as Re-vision, from On Lies Secrets and Silence.
