#Lighthousekeeping

[saintmaudes]

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

—Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter / she'll be the best you ever had if you let her

Sylvia Plath from a letter to Ann Davdiow-Goodman written 1951; Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I: 1940-1956 / Jeanette Winterson excerpt from Lighthousekeeping / Rosamund Hodge excerpt from Cruel Beauty / unknown / image: Angelica Alzona Intimacy (2012) words: The National Daughter of the Soho Riots (2005) / Tathève Simonyan A Prayer / @/FAUNTHEKiD (pinterest) / Victoria Chang Foghorn; Six poems / image: unknown words: Richard Siken excerpt from Crush / Hala Alyan I'm Not Speaking First

i. Sylvia Plath, letter to Ann Davdiow-Goodman

[ "I know I'll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia - and a great deal of love." ]

ii. Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[ "This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in." ]

iii. Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

[ "You fought and fought to keep all the cruelty locked up in your head, and for what? None of them ever loved you, because none of them ever knew you." ]

iv. unknown

[ "and you've cried once more because recognition feels like forgiveness, which is a burning furnace that can't stand on its own. love is a feast but you've learned to abstain. there is a sickness that follows the shame of giving with love only to be met with slaughter." ]

v. Angelica Alzona, Intimacy / The National, Daughter of the Soho Riots

[ Surrealist painting of a man and a woman kissing as their faces blend together. Red outlines of hands reach up around them. "BREAK MY ARMS / AROUND THE ONE I LOVE" ]

vi. Tatheve Simonyan, A Prayer

[ "Rage, that is love - rotten! / Rage, that is desire - rotten! / Rage! - like a prayer, unanswered, ricocheting from your ceiling and landing right onto your eyes, never quite reaching where it was meant to." ]

vii. FAUNTHEKiD

[ "being in close proximity to you / is being led to the slaughter / if that the lamb is aware is alive is accepting / if that the slaughter is love love love" ]

viii. Victoria Chang, Foghorn

[ "The great mystery / is whether I love you or / I just love mourning. / The absence of a laugh just / gone, and the air that fills it." ]

ix. unknown/Richard Siken, Crush

[ Silhouette of a boy looking downwards. Red streaks from the background spread outwards from the middle. "I'll be your / slaughterhouse, / your killing floor, / your morgue / and final resting" ]

x. Hala Alyan, I'm Not Speaking First

[ "Nothing's Freudian anymore. A cigar's a cigar. I want to love something / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don't tell." ]

[petaltexturedskies]

I used to be a hopeless romantic. I still am a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don't expect it to be happy. I don't imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don't think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature—as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies.

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[elektramouthed]

 I told him it was about meaning, and he suggested, very politely, that might be a kind of psychosis.  ‘You think meaning is psychosis?’  ‘An obsession with meaning, at the expense of the ordinary shape of life, might be understood as psychosis, yes.’  ‘I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not.'  [...] I said, ‘How would you define psychosis?’  He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil:  Psychosis: out of touch with reality.  Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.

Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

[heavensghost]

Lighthousekeeping - Jeanette winterson

[embeccy]

[rashomon-vu]

"calm consideration was much better than rushing to desperate conclusions"

by Franz Kafka, from Metamorphosis

[thematicparallel]

Lighthousekeeping - Jeanette Winterson / Annihilation - Jeff VanderMeer

[loveswitchery]

My little orbit of life circles love.

Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

[dvdmenu02]

lighthousekeeping

[lesbianboyfriend]

In the fairy stories, naming is knowledge. When I know your name, I can call your name, and when I call your name, you’ll come to me.

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[saintmaudes]

All of us bound together, tidal, moon-drawn, past, present and future in the break of a wave.

—Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[mydailybookquotes]

“This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.”

-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[petaltexturedskies]

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[elektramouthed]

 I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.  I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don't expect to be happy. I don't imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don't think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving. And when it burns out, the planet dies.

Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

[heavensghost]

Lighthousekeeping - Jeanette winterson