corporeallitmag
corporeallitmag
Embodiment. Let's get into it.
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corporeallitmag · 3 years ago
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From M. Wright's book, a boy named jane, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/abnj
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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this blog is actually me dissecting my own corpse in an anatomical theater and you are all standing up on the rows looking down at me cheering and booing 
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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:] published
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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growth is cool, healing is cool, but why is making your therapist laugh the greatest accomplishment of them all?
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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sooooo embarrassing to inhabit a body
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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I saw violence in anything with a face. I wished for a place big enough for grief & all I got was more grief
— Chen Chen, from “How I Became Sagacious,” in When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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thinking about change until the water gets cold
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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“Then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you and your will that can’t save you. But now, like a whispering in dark streets, rumors of God run through your dark blood.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy, “Du, gestern Knabe, dem die Wirrnis kam” |  Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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I could always find my way back from the woods,
but never from the devils in my head. They wiggle their tongue in my ear and spit my name in the dirt.
There, a buttercup blooms until plucked by a hand pushing the yellow to my chin. My body obeys, glows.
— Jennifer Huang, from “Disorder,” Return Flight
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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Image ID: black brush script on a white background that reads
I am the creator, the final form, and I choose to take it all.
- Ryan Orme/Elle Emerson (@transsextual) , The Trans Teenager As Frankenstein's Monster
/END ID
Read more HERE
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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Fucking kills me how diet culture has ruined bread. Bread! One of the oldest and most universal foods on earth! The thing that connects us to each other and to our ancestors whose names and faces are lost to history! And some dipshits decided that it’s “so bad for you” because they’re scared of carbs and love shaming fat people.
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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forest of desire
instagram | prints
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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From manuel arturo abreu’s book, List of Consonants, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/list-of-consonants-by-manuel-arturo-abreu
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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yeah.
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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hey god im done with enduring & surviving & undergoing.. when is it my turn to delight & savor & rejoice lol?
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corporeallitmag · 4 years ago
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DEUX DEMI-SĹ’URS HANS BELLMER // circa 1933-35 [hand-coloured gelatin silver print | 25 x 22.7 cm.]
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