Undeniablearrival - Literary Dreams

Charles Wright, from "Portrait of the Artist in a Prospect of Stone"

I do not know the name of the feeling that I have for you. But it is a special tenderness, something I have never felt until now, not for anyone.

— Gustave Flaubert in correspondence with George Sand; Croisset, 12 November 1866, Monday night, from Selected Letters

Freud said that we endlessly repeat past hurts, forever re-enacting the same patterns in a futile attempt to patch the un-healable wound. This, more than anything, is the terror of the personal, digital archive: not that it reveals some awful act from the past, some old self that no longer stands for us, but that it reminds us that who we are is in fact a repetition, a cycle, a circular relation of multiple selves to multiple injuries. It’s the self as a bundle of trauma, forever acting out the same tropes in the hopes that we might one day change.

Navneet Alang, "Terror of the Archive"

— Rebecca Tamás, from “Witch.”

“i thirst for you. don’t walk away from me. tell me everything, even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do. tell me about the you i love, the one who’s a little shivery. let yourself go. don’t force yourself on me, just because you don’t want to worry or help me. when you strip in front of me, i finally understand why i was born. i love you.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131]

Yohji Yamamoto: Leather Hand Bags Hand-Painted by Junji Ito, Only 2 In Existence

Margaret Atwood, “Thoughts from Underground”, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Novels and Writings of D. H. Lawrence

London, 1949. source

The universe is flirting with you.

Are you noticing?