Fears, Louise Bourgeois, 1992.
Zhexuan Hu
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āI know of the hatred and envy of your hearts. You are not great enough not to know hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!ā I have been thinking a lot about this and I don't know what this means. What does it mean to you, if you are so willing to share?
We donāt embrace our darker sides enough; we donāt embrace our instincts, our vanities, our private envies and generally the complexities which make us what we are ā simply human. We live under the constant awareness of the āevilsā of our characters because weāre not innerly strong enough to conceive even the possibility of truly accepting our deepest humanity. When it comes to us, we accept as parts of us only our āpositiveā traits and we shut out or wilfully turn a blind eye to whatever about us that seems ābadā or āunknownā. We donāt have the faintest conception about what reallyĀ is us and lack the courage to dig deeper and find out. Thatās why weāre not great enough to know anything, even hatred and envy. Because deep inside we donāt want to know them. Weāre afraid of our private darkness, refuse to look at it for what it is. So Nietzsche is all about: Our humanity doesnāt have to do with the purity of our being. It has to do with wholeness; wholeness is the core of our being and it is our duty to attempt knowing it. Be human. Know your darkness and know your light. Embody both.Ā If you canāt know your darkness, if youāre unwilling to know it and therefore unworthy of knowing it, then at least do not be ashamed of it. Do not dare feel āshameā over something youāve no idea of in the first place. The falseness of that particular sense of shame is disgusting because we donāt own it enough. It just becomes us out of fear; out of fear of connecting with what weāre most afraid of.
āHave you seen any photos of her? An extraordinarily lonely faceā¦ā
ā Simone de Beauvoir, on Virginia Woolf, from an interview c. May 1965 (via woolfdaily)
Isabelle Huppert in Malina (dir. Werner Schroeter), 1991.
āI am the sealed, dead, impervious museum of my appetite.ā
ā Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen, from Book of Longing; "The Moon"
[Text ID: "I am a poor lover of the moon."]
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After Dinner, Crosman Terrace, Rochester, NY, 1991, Lucien Samaha



