“Desiderava fare qualcosa che non lasciasse possibilità di ritorno. Desiderava distruggere brutalmente tutto il passato dei suoi ultimi sette anni. Era la vertigine. L’ottenebrante, irresistibile desiderio di cadere. La vertigine potremmo anche chiamarla ebbrezza della debolezza. Ci si rende conto della propria debolezza e invece di resisterle, ci si vuole abbandonare a essa. Ci si ubriaca della propria debolezza, si vuole essere ancor più deboli, si vuole cadere in mezzo alla strada, davanti a tutti, si vuole stare in basso, ancora più in basso.”
—Milan Kundera, L’insostenibile leggerezza dell’essere (madonnaddolorata)
November 2010
Wounder
Burial
Burial, Wounder (Burial, 2006) (barrymanifold)
“I can no longer pretend that I believe in God. It’s highly possible that I lost this belief when I started having sexual relationships.”
—Catherine Millet, The Sexual Life of Catherine M.
“I too one day will create
Beauty from cruel weight” —Osip Mandelstam, Notre Dame (disturbedsilence)
Beauty from cruel weight” —Osip Mandelstam, Notre Dame (disturbedsilence)
“There are different dimensions, worlds within worlds. In the transition from one reality to another, you feel like you’re contracting and expanding at the same time. You become, on the one hand, part of everything, and everything becomes part of you, but at the same time you contract into an infinitesimal point. This absurdity contains the secret of moving from one dimension to the next.”
—John Edward Mack (ilymaus)
“She had sought such a moment throughout the world, where she might be quite alone, where no one might read on her face thoughts that she could not hide; where no one could plainly notice her walk was slow and sad, and miss the sound of her step when she could not walk any longer; a place where she might be forgotten and lost. She had sought to stand on the edge of another world, where her voice would make no warm sound, where her steps should not be heard, where she could follow streets without end, and see with lusterless eyes a life that could not be touched and felt like our own.”
—Anaïs Nin, Waste of Timelessness and Other Early Stories (divakoza)
Sashay Away
Xiu Xiu
Xiu Xiu, Sashay Away (Razor Scooter / Sashay Away, 2010) (yestheydo)
Sammy
Gentle and interested
Quiet and intelligent
Flowering vine around Angela’s heart
It is terrible to have your eyes swollen shut and
To go blind
“Attack the story like a radiant suicide, utter the great NO to life without weakness; then you will see a magnificent cathedral, and your senses, vectors of unutterable derangement, will map out an integral delirium that will be lost in the unnameable architecture of time.”
—Michel Houellebecq, H.P. Lovecraft / Against the World, Against Life (frank)
“You take me for a walk
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow baby
In the dark trees that blow” —*
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow baby
In the dark trees that blow” —*
“The tremendous world I have inside my head, but how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite dear to me.”
—Franz Kafka (reclusland)
