Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Siglufjörður, Iceland.
“ In my head, you are singing on my mouth again but this time,
I kiss you back, twice instead of once, crooked and with more tongue.
In some weird realm, this keeps you
and so the song has minutes now //
it brings a thread of sun onto the bed,
a softness to the knot of us.
Look at the small details I rewire in our flimsy silhouettes
just to fill my hands with you over and over.
How all of this shadow can invade me, and after it,
I can only hope a dream is a memory somewhere… ”
An excerpt from a poem I posted earlier this week on my Patreon. You can access the rest of it here for only $1 a month. More new poems are on their way!
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(via featherumbrellas)
William Rimmer (1816-1879), Evening, The Fall of Day - 1869-70
The End of the F***ing World (2017)
Circulatory system (left) and nervous system. The American Museum of Natural History : pictorial guide. 1967.
When I say, I love you, it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
Joss Whedon
how do you sleep when your body your city is
drowning how do you reclaim a capsized past
— Esther Vincent Xueming, from “Island City,” published in Split Rock Review
Mitski for Pitchfork (2018)
“ I long to go on trips, to visit other places. Do not look for one person in me, ”
“ There is no god, // so I move my own heaven. ”
BORN AGAIN
with Kaiman Kazazian (Shot entirely in-camera)
Photography by Neil Krug
i just want a kinder world than this
“ Creative people must not avoid the pain that they get dealt. I say to myself, sometimes repeatedly “I’ve got to get the hell out of this hurt”…But no. Hurt must be examined like a plague. ”
(via watchoutforintellect)