Prosemoireia

Ada Limón, "In the Country of Resurrection" // Jack Kerouac, Big Sur // Mary Oliver, "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac" // Gregory Orr, "To Be Alive" // Dino Ahmetović // Siniša Simon, Magic Dance // Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver // Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra (trans. Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd) // Mary Oliver, "Toad" // 木苏里, 全球高考 (Global Examination)

i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

“I am so filled with my love of her. At the same time I feel that I am dying.”

— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Mike Flanagan//Crimson Peak, Guillermo del Toro//Ocean Vuong//Fear Street part 3: 1666 (2021), Leigh Janiak//Could you ever live without, David Jones//Invisible Monsters: Vision, Horror, and Contemporary Culture, Jeffrey Weinstock//Midnight Mass (2021), Mike Flanagan//Black Telephone, Richard Siken//The Haunting of Hill House (2018), Mike Flanagan//The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020), Mike Flanagan

~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: Text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads: “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she dropped back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned again towards that same place.”

image 6: Screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads: “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / When her body was found / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”.

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“You are your own unrepentant Delilah.”

— —  Jessica Helen Lopez, from “Obsidian Knife to Cut the Shit Out,” The Blood Poems

neta l. in spite

[Text ID: “Admit it was on purpose. Confess that you saw the rot and chose to stay. That you touched the cobwebs and the dusty staircase and you loved me still. That you saw it all and lived there deliberately. That you fixed the leaky faucet instead of turning it off and changed the light bulbs instead of kneeling in broken glass. Tell me you weren’t blind and deaf to it, promise you loved me knowingly.” /End ID]

Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #4 // “Maybe I already do”