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Lucy Willis, 1954,  Cats, 1988, etching on paper.

— Rebecca Tamás, from “Witch.”

Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

musings on april

Sylvia Plath (Leon Dabo), Edna St. Vincent Millay, E. E. Cummings, Naguib Mahfouz (Edgar Degas), E. E. Cummings (Édouard Manet), Rabindranath Tagore, T. S. Eliot (Edgar Degas), F. Scott Fitzgerald (Alphonse Osbert)

Marie Antoinette (2006), dir. Sofia Coppola

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; "Briar Rose,"

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

Banana Yoshimoto, from her novel titled "The Premonition," originally published in 2015

Martin Wojnowski

Belden C. Lane, The Great Conversation

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

1. Flame Nebula / 2. Orion Nebula

“The Flame Nebula sits on the eastern hip of Orion the Hunter, a constellation most easily visible in the northern hemisphere during winter evenings. The constellation of Orion is prominent in the evening sky throughout the world from about December through April of each year.” 🌌 WISE, NASA’s Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to William Walton featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

Martin Buxbaum

meet the gardener

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

Sunken alcove in the garden

April, 1935 Journals of Anais Nin 1934-1939  [volume 2]

“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]

Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (1922)

I like my body when it’s with your body

— prtygal777

I love him in the way you love a lighthouse

From a distance

Not expecting warmth

But grateful for the shape of his light

I wrote him into my days

The echo of a soul lesson coming back around

I will meet him in the Center of a life

I already started to build without him

Necessity may be the mother of invention

But desire is the mother of transformation

I guess real connection is so rare nowadays that any connection at all feels cosmic

For better or worse, I hold on to that

And I cannot ascribe meaning to anything when the landscape of meaning is ever-shifting

But, god, do I try

he was saying we are in uncharted territory w AI and i said ya bc no one resisted it and he said well maybe there is no time and i said there is no time bc no one resisted. and i asked, do you know the rosenbergs? he said, yes they were executed, and i read him this excerpt from their last letter to their children: "Your lives must teach you, too, that good cannot flourish in the midst of evil; that freedom and all the things that go to make up a truly satisfying and worthwhile life, must sometime be purchased very dearly. Be comforted then that we were serene and understood with the deepest kind of understanding, that civilization had not as yet progressed to the point where life did not have to be lost for the sake of life; and that we were comforted in the sure knowledge that others would carry on after us." and i said that is what i mean, human civilization cannot progress when there has been so much oppression and not enough resistance and maybe we accept AI simply bc we are dumb. maybe humans are simply dumb and there is nothing more to it. but what about my capacity for reflection? AI has none, he agreed. what about my capacity to metabolize the external through the lens of my past experiences which, in turn, produces perspective? what abt all the labour that went into my loving you? what abt those sleepless nights? what abt the depths of my soul?

idk who will read this and idc. at least it is for no one or someone and not chatgpt. at least it's not spat out back at me. at least i'm revisiting a younger version of myself on tumblr as a grown woman. and then i remembered my ex best friend who thought she is not stupid bc she accepted the world is ending but we will hv so much fun together, at least. we will play and travel and laugh. and why pretend everything is fine, but on the other hand, why be sad about it? anyways. alice notley laughed at the question that poets sublimate. she said poets suffer and they write about how they perceive things after suffering. she said, i have never sublimated. in the office today i looked outside and my eyes welled w tears to see all my accomplishments manifest after so much pain. i felt all this gratitude, this is what i dreamed of - it's happening, it's rly happening. and then you said let's go out and look at the cherry blossoms and i said ok. the world is ending and i still suffer deeply and i still love deeply and what a beauteous thing.

"'I have led a toothless life,' he thought. 'A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on--and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone. What's to be done?'"

-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (1945)

some of my fav pins from the Lesbian Herstory Archives