Fragmentary Face Of King Khafre

it’s been two days and i’m still obsessed with this answer from céline sciamma about portrait of a lady on fire

It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June

green leaves / torn straight from the cross

- Agata Tuszyńska, Faith tr. Regina Grol

I pray as if you existed.

Maria Bigoszewska, tr Regina Grol

How imagining death can make it easier 

to live and I agree and say, It’s called die

before you die.

- Ada Limón, The Long Ride

theories which isolate art and its appreciation by placing them in a realm of their own, disconnected from other modes of experiencing, are not inherent in the subject-matter, but arise because of specifiable extraneous conditions. […] Theory can start with and from acknowledged works of art only when the esthetic is already compartmentalized, or only when works of art are set in a niche apart instead of being celebrations, recognized as such, of the things of ordinary experience. Even a crude experience, if authentically an experience, is more fit to give a clue to the intrinsic nature of esthetic experience than is an object already set apart from any other mode of experience.

- John Dewey, Art as Experience

Raptures could be little or large, could come one after the other in a torrent, or singly and separated by long dullness. For him life was a constant drama of seeing and blindness, but, when seeing, the world would suddenly seem to him laden.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I found this really cool list of women’s translations of ancient Greek and Roman texts! It lists English-language translations dating from the 17th century to 2015. 

If I had a prayer, it would say, Let this not be a mirror to the past, nor a window to the future. Let each night be only itself.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

I would count the number of times we had made love. I felt that each time something new had been added to our relationship but that somehow this very accumulation of touching and pleasure would eventually draw us apart. We were burning up a capital of desire. What we gained in physical intensity we lost in time.

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion