#rosario castellanos

[funeral]

Rosario Castellanos, "Entrevista de prensa"

[feral-ballad]

Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Two Poems"

[Text ID: "Beyond my skin, deep in / my bones, I have loved."]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? / @/oceaii (tumblr) / Liv Ullmann Changing / The Elektra Complex / Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman from "Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry / unknown / @/violentcherries (tumblr) / @/nutnoce (tumblr) / Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea / unknown

i. Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? [ "This haunting is architectural. It is not about you. It is about where you are. There are bones in the foundation. This house is a graveyard. This house is a corpse. You are inside the corpse. That makes you the maggot." ]

ii. @/oceaii (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a deer. The deer looks forwards in the first panel and turns back to face the audience in the second panel. "Turn and face / the person you've become." ]

iii. Liv Ullmann Changing [ "I will never forget the loneliness I knew as a child. For a period in my life I hid behind a mask. Did not want to acknowledge any longing. / Now it is a part of me-something I can share. / Both the loneliness and the longing." ]

iv. The Elektra Complex [ "If you were to peel the skin of me apart as a fig's, you would finally understand. I am my mother's daughter. From poisoned seeds sprout poisoned fruits." ]

v. Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman [ "I didn't want / to be the dead star / that uses borrowed light to survive." ]

vi. unknown [ Black and white illustration of two deer. They are both labeled with words. The deer in the background says "just be." The deer in the foreground replies "just being is the hardest part." ]

vii. @/violentcherries (tumblr) [ "the environment you are not thriving in is not yours forever / IT'S OKAY TO LEAVE / ... / IT'S OKAY to abandon the things you used to love" ]

viii. @/nutnoce (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a scorpion doing chores. It's tail just barely curls over the front of a clothes line. Various pairs of socks hang from the clothes line. It stands before a bucket with more clothes inside. "I come from the toughest, meanest place you can imagine. / I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but / It seems that when life gets hard / I have to get harder to match." ]

ix. Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea [ "I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar." ]

x. unknown [ "1. Man is a MORAL animal. / 2. You can get human beings to do anything - IF you can convince them it is moral. / 3. You can convince human beings that anything is moral." ]

[piensoenversos]

"Quienes ahora nos miran; no sabrán que un instante nuestro nombre fue amor y que en la eternidad nos llamamos destino".

- Rosario Castellanos

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1369- Éramos el abrazo de amor en que se unían el cielo con la tierra.

(Rosario Castellanos)

[incorrectedda]

A word is the taste our tongue has of eternity; that's why I speak.

—Óðinn, probably.

[fr0gg13b413]

AREN'T STARS MEANT TO BURN?; ON SELF-DESTRUCTION (FOR ACHIEVEMENT'S SAKE)

friedrich nietzsche // would that i, hozier // meditation on the threshold: a bilingual anthology of poetry, ‘monologue of a foreign woman’ by rosario castellanos // boyish, japanese breakfast // nineteen, movements // angel on fire, halsey // nata sin // vincent van gogh // notes from underground, fyodor dostoevsky // holly warburton // joan crawford // unknown, pinterest // first fig, edna st. vincent millay // Clementine von Radics // holly warburton // forugh farrokhzad, tr. by hasan javadi & susan sallée // she knows, j. cole // @/ragingantisocial // some kind of perfect, krista ritchie and becca ritchie // holly warburton // burned out, dodie // unknown, pinterest // a moth to a flame (burnt child), stig dagerman, tr. by benjamin mier-cruz // unknown

[kamas-corner]

"Nadie elige su amor", escribió Antonio Machado. Rosario Castellanos entabló un duelo lírico y le respondió en otro poema:

[majestativa]

“ ...the stony weariness of a funeral angel.”

[susurrosalconticino]

[funeral]

Rosario Castellanos, “Lamentación de Dido”

[feral-ballad]

Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Wailing Wall"

[Text ID: “I am the daughter of myself. / I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”]

[heraclito71]

El dolor de dejar ir a alguien nunca es tan doloroso como aferrarse a alguien que ya se ha ido.

Rosario Castellanos.

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

"Lo único que te pido cuando hables conmigo es que tus palabras sean justas, que sean del tamaño de tus sentimientos, porque si tú me dices no, para mi es no, y si me dices llueve, para mi está lloviendo. Y si me dices amor, para mi es amor".

Rosario Castellanos.

[amiablesummer]

Memory as a wound

Katherine Larson, "Lake of little birds" from Radical Symmetry (via @feral-ballad) // George Seferis, tr. Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard, "Memory I" // Alex Eckman-Lawn, A Cut Paper Collage (via @satanasaeternus) // Carl Phillips, "Givingly" from Wild is the Wind: Poems // Yves Olade, "Hunter's Moon" from Bloodsport // Rosario Castellanos, "Memory of Tlatelolco"

[la-semillera]

GWEN JOHN & ROSARIO CASTELLANOS

Hablábamos la lengua

de los dioses, pero era también nuestro silencio

igual al de las piedras.

Éramos el abrazo de amor en que se unían

el cielo con la tierra.

No, no estábamos solos.

Sabíamos el linaje de cada uno

y los nombres de todos.

Ay, y nos encontrábamos como las muchas ramas

de la ceiba se encuentran en el tronco.

No era como ahora

que parecemos aventadas nubes

o dispersadas hojas.

Estábamos entonces cerca, apretados, juntos.

No era como ahora.

Rosario Castellanos

Gwen John, (1876-1939) Hojas verdes en una jarra blanca. Guache y lápiz sobre papel.