#Natalie barney

[unefemmemapparut]

by Medusa Dollmaker

[g0ldengaze]

Natalie clifford barney with beast... Me WHEN???

[etruski]

dykes with hats

[abwwia]

Romaine Brooks and Natalie Barney, c. 1935. Accession 96-153: Alice Pike Barney Papers, 1861-1965, Smithsonian Institution Archives, neg. no. SIA2014-03839

[circeeoflesbos]

Mon aimée est plus cruelle que la vie, elle est aussi plus cruelle que la mort ; car, comme la vie, elle tue, et, comme la mort, elle ressuscite.

Natalie Barney — Je me souviens... (1910)

[pierrotsloop]

If I had a nickel for every time a very talented but tortured and mentally ill butch writer of early 20th century europe incorporated a character into their novel that was literally just Natalie Clifford Barney I'd have 2 (so far that is) nickels but it's weird that it happened twice .

[adisuniverse]

Natalie Barney deserves MORE RECOGNITION. She was an absolute icon, yet no one ever heard of her… let’s change this situation pls

[saintjustee]

" I had a dim premonition that this woman would determine the pattern of my fate, and that her face was predestined face of my Future. Near her I felt the luminous dizziness which comes at the edge of an abyss, or the attraction of a very deep water. She radiated the charm of danger, which drew me to her inexorably."

[returntomytilene]

« “Il n’y aura point d’aube sur le passé, Lorély. Le passé meurt avec les dernières étoiles. L’avenir seul est l’aurore.

— Je suis écœurée de sagesse et de raison et de vérité. Je suis écœurée de tout ce qui n’est point le simple amour.”

Je lui répondis :

“L’amour aussi a ses aurores espérantes, ses midis fervents, ses couchants mélancoliques et ses longues nuits sans lune. Tu le sais mieux que moi, toi qui crains la métamorphose plus que la mort.”

Lorély se détourna, fuyante.

“J’avais dans l’âme tout un héritage de printemps… Ouvre-moi de nouveau tes bras et ton cœur. Je ne réveillerai en toi aucune angoisse. Je ne t’apporterai aucun vestige d’un jadis qui n’est pas le nôtre. Pieusement, comme celles qui entrent dans un temple, j’entrerai dans ton cœur et, si j’y trouve une joie qui se fane d’être déjà vieille, je la remplacerai par une joie fraîchement déclose. J’ai l’âme pleine de fleurs…” »

— Renée Vivien, Une Femme m’apparut, 1905 (Nouvelle édition)

[valkyries-things]

NATALIE BARNEY // WRITER

“She was an American writer who hosted a literary salon at her home in Paris that brought together French and international writers. She influenced other writers through her salon and also with her poetry, plays and epigrams, often thematically tied to her lesbianism and feminism.”

[unefemmemapparut]

The Ladies Almanack (2017)

[queerographies]

[S'avanza la mia ombra a passi di lupa][Valeria Palumbo]

Romanie Brooks: L’Invisibilità di un’Artista Libera Titolo: S’avanza la mia ombra a passi di lupa. Romaine Brooks e les Amazones: viaggio tra artiste incendiarieScritto da: Valeria PalumboEdito da: Enciclopedia delle DonneAnno: 2024Pagine: 296ISBN: 9788899270568 Di cosa parla S’avanza la mia ombra a passi di lupa di Valeria Palumbo Perché non esiste nessun segno del passaggio di Romanie…

[marblegauze]

Natalie Barney circa. 1900

@ the Smithsonian Institute

[etruski]

Even though the search for Natalie Barney’s temple de l’ametié ended with multiple tries and enterings to random courtyards, I was still able to find two of Renée’s books!

[abwwia]

Olga Boznanska, Natalie Barney, ca. 1900, oil on fiberboard, 30 5⁄8 x 19 5⁄8 in. (77.8 x 49.8 cm.), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Mme. Yvonne Guehennec and Mr. William E. Huntington, 1976.153.26

Olga Boznańska (15 April 1865 – 26 October 1940) was a Polish painter of the turn of the 20th century. She was a notable painter in Poland and Europe, and was stylistically associated with the French impressionism, though she rejected this label. Via wikipedia

[circeeoflesbos]

Ho paura di quel fremito madreperla

Dei tuoi fragili seni, non tocco

Che tremando il tuo corpo sacro,

Ho paura del fascino della tua bocca.

— Renée Vivien, estratto dalla poesia "Canzone" (Studi e preludi, Études et Préludes, 1901) traduzione di Rose.