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by Alex Redman

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“Cut me. Explore me. Tell me what I meant.”

— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via weltenwellen)

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by Joanna Kitchener

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“I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.”

— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via loveage-moondream)

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Gaman Alice

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“Abandon yourself (…) abandon your heavy legs to the floating meadows,”

— Mary Szybist, From Incarnadine: Poems; “The lushness of it” (via feral-ballad)

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Gaman Alice

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Madison Julius Cawein, “Spring On The Hills”

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vivi koenig

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“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs.”

— Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa

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Helmut Gernsheim (1943) St. Pauls Cathedral spiral staircase

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Whither does desire drive us? Out of the house, away.

— Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks.

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“My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

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Björk , 1996.

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