No grace? No womanhood?

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Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee.
In the painful process of my self-discovery I want now to go deeper. No one can help me. Only I can do this.

Anne Carson, from The Beauty of the Husband

An Assassin’s Poison Cabinet Disguised as Book, 17th Century


Oh man, that’s cool.


I’d own this, not gonna lie.

The person you need attracts you like a magnet.

Gertrude Stein, from her translated preface to the exhibition by Francisco Riba Rovira at Roquepine Gallery, c. May 1945

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

Marguerite Duras, from Summer Rain (Scribner, 1992)

I am always filled with melancholy. It’s as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply.

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Harilaos Stefanidis wr. c. April 1904

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against the gods. In crisis, their souls are visible.

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides


𝐹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 @𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓏𝓎 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈.