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Organisation is indispensable; for liberty arises and has meaning only within a self-regulating community of freely co-operating individuals. But, though indispensable, organisation can also be fatal. Too much organisation transforms men and women into automata, suffocates the creative spirit and abolishes the very possibility of freedom.

Brave New World Revisited, Aldous Huxley

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Romaine Brooks:

The Path, 1911.

Weeping Venus, 1917.

White Azaleas, 1910.

Renata Borgatti, Au Piano, 1920.

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"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

-Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley

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Don't you ever cross that bridge in your mind again It's like a movie screen

[CHELSEA WOLFE]

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Vampyr, Edvard Munch, 1893

And he laid his head against her breast, felt the blood rush through her veins. He listened to her heart. And when he hid his face in her breast he felt two burning lips to his neck-it sent a shudder through him. -E.M. on his painting

Edvard's friend Stanisław Przybyszewski said: "A broken man with a biting vampire face on his neck." He wrote: "In any case, he won't get rid of the vampire, he won't get rid of the pain either, and the woman will always sit there and will always bite with a thousand snake tongues, with a thousand poisonous teeth."

From "An Interpretation of Edvard Munch's Vampire", Eva Storevik Tveit

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"Our modern world is completely occupied with the increasingly thorough and effective exploitation of natural energies. Not only do we seek them and use them to satisfy the eternal necessities of life, but we use them to excess, and are so stimulated by our excess that we create entirely new needs (and some that no one would ever have imagined), out of the very means intended to satisfy these needs, which were nonexistent before. In our present state of industrial civilization, it is as though having invented some substance, we should also, on the basis of its properties, invent an illness to be cured by it, a thirst to be appeased, a pain to be killed. So, for purposes of gain, we are inoculated with tastes and desires that have no roots in our deep physiological life but rather result from psychic or sensory stimuli deliberately inflicted. Modern man is drunk on waste - too much speed, too much light, too many tonics, stimulants, drugs... too frequent sensations, too much variety, too many echoes, too many facilities, too many wonders, too many of those incredible push buttons that put tremendous consequences within reach of a child's finger. All contemporary life is inseparable from these excesses. Our organism, subjected more and more to constantly new physical and chemical experiments, reacts to the forces and rhythms inflicted on it almost as it would to an insidious poison. It gets used to its poison, and soon craves it. Every day it finds the dose too little."

The Outlook for Intelligence (1935), Paul Valéry

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N.O. Bonzo

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N.O. Bonzo

website

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“Depression is one of the unknown modes of being. / There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity.”

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

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“Under the seams runs the pain.”

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

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...flames licked along the floorboards inside him.

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

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Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

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What capitalism has broken is not only our desire, our subjectivity, but empathy, the capacity to resonate with each other. That empathy has to be rebuilt; it is very important. Besides, I am interested in building a different empathy, not from conciliation, but from indignation, from rage, from the ugly, from the grotesque.

María Galindo

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Another linoleum block print for my Patreon. I drew the image on the block all the way back in 2011, and found it recently, so I decided to carve it.

“Two for Joy,” a tiding of blackbirds.

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"Kekule dreams the Great Serpent holding its own tail in its mouth, the dreaming Serpent which surrounds the World. But the meanness, the cynicism with which this dream is to be used. The Serpent that announces, "The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning," is to be delivered in too a system whose only aim is to violate the Cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that "productivity" and "earnings" keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World these vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only most of humanity - most of the World, animal, vegetable, and mineral, is laid waste in the process. The System may or may not understand that it's only buying time. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone or anything but the System, which sooner or later must crash to its death, when its addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life. "

-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

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Older Light, Dan Hillier

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To be truly visionary we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality while simultaneously imagining possibilities beyond that reality.

Feminism is for Everybody, bell hooks