19 4 / 2019
Hestia is in equal parts perfect hostess and hooded stranger, her enigmatic smile from across the dinning table as she brews tea to sooth the split arguments between her family. For all her good graces, exhaustion grips the folds of her skirt and pulls —
— again and again —
(until she’s gripping peace by her teeth; the plates shattered beneath zeus’ boots and hades’ raised voice; and then, then, then she’s had enough because this is her home, her sanctuary—)
She has that deep, desperate desire to make them scattered into dust and the foundations of her home shake. Poseidon commands earthquakes that sweep away homes but he cannot undo the foundations of home; when Hestia makes those bonds shakes all Olympians are brought to heel.
— have you seen the spilt over ice in the hearth of a home? || Eliot C. || commission for @mademoiselle-auger ||☕||
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19 4 / 2019
Hélène Cixous, from Poetry in painting: writings on contemporary arts and aesthetics
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19 4 / 2019
"The corruption begins with the mouth,
the tongue, the wanting.
The first poem in the world
is I want to eat."
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18 4 / 2019
"Yet for all its coldness,
there’s a tenderness in winter too, making us cover
what we can no longer bare."
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18 4 / 2019
"You have my permission not to love me. I am a cathedral of deadbolts, and I would rather burn myself down than change any of the locks."
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18 4 / 2019
18 4 / 2019
"I have clawed my way to ‘okay’ and it will just have to do for now."
18 4 / 2019
“One of the strongest feelings I remember from my childhood is, precisely, of being humiliated; of being knocked about by words, acts, or situations. Isn’t it a fact that children are always feeling deeply humiliated in their relations with grown-ups and each other? I have a feeling children spend a good deal of their time humiliating one another. Our whole education is just one long humiliation, and it was even more so when I was a child. One of the wounds I’ve found hardest to bear in my adult life has been the fear of humiliation, and the sense of being humiliated. Every time I read a review, for instance — whether laudatory or not — this feeling awakes. To humiliate and be humiliated, I think, is a crucial element in our whole social structure.”— Ingmar Bergman; Interviews with Ingmar Bergman by Stig Bjorkman (via endophoras)
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18 4 / 2019
"Cruel—
Can’t you see it’s the one word I know? Even my bones know
this language, and moan it deep in their interior."
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18 4 / 2019
"If you want it, the abyss will be there for you.
It is in no hurry,
so, do not hurry to it.
Yes, silence may be
the only perfect thing we can imagine,
Yes, death is beautiful
but it is not human.
It can never be more than it is;
it will not solve the argument of you."
18 4 / 2019
"Poems, the patterns in poems, show us not just what somebody thought or what someone did or what happened but what it was like to be a person like that, to be so anxious, so lonely, so inquisitive, so goofy, so preposterous, so brave. That’s why poems can seem at once so durable, so personal, and so ephemeral, like something inside and outside you at once."
18 4 / 2019
"i closed the door. i changed the locks, my number,
the password to our shared email account. when i saw you
in my dreams, i hid behind the counter. when i saw
you, i woke up. i stopped saying your name until
i could say your name without pausing after,
without catching my breath. i climbed down from love
& at the bottom of the ladder, i saw that it wasn’t all bad.
it wasn’t all ruined. i still wear the pendant from rome.
now, when i think of california, i do not think of a girl.
when i think of a girl, i no longer think of you."
18 4 / 2019
It’s April
again. I want to leave it all.Which isn’t fair.
Neither am I.— Colleen O’Connor, from “Spring Poem,” published in Pinwheel
(Source: pinwheeljournal.com, via medeae)