I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

—Ferdinand de Saussure (via eikadan)

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Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

—Albert Camus, The Fall  (via goghst)

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…we know nothing about Sappho. Or worse: everything we know is wrong. Even the most basic “facts” are simply not so, or in need of a stringent critical reexamination. A single example. We are told over and over again that Sappho “was married to Kerkylas of Andros, who is never mentioned in any of the extant fragments of her poetry” (Snyder 1989:3). Not surprising, since it’s a joke name: he’s Dick Allcock from the Isle of MAN. It’s been over 139 years since William Mure pointed this out… yet one finds this piece of information repeated without question from book to book, usually omitting the dubious source, usually omitting any reference at all.

—Holt Parker, ‘Sappho Schoolmistress’, Transactions of the American Philological Association 123 (1993)

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catherinewillis:

SONG FOR A RIVER
sculpture
mixed media.
collection M. de D.1995

catherinewillis:

SONG FOR A RIVER

sculpture

mixed media.

collection M. de D.1995

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yama-bato:

Christine Willcocks
Phasmid – Volume One, graphite, watercolour on a reclaimed book page, 21cm x 13.5 cm, 2011

yama-bato:

Christine Willcocks

Phasmid – Volume One, graphite, watercolour on a reclaimed book page, 21cm x 13.5 cm, 2011

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artpropelled:

Yuko Wada, untitled, sumi, beeswax, pigment on washi

artpropelled:

Yuko Wada, untitled, sumi, beeswax, pigment on washi

Ten Books Dear to Me

because I was asked to. They’re in roughly the order I read them and one of them is a comic book and there is nothing wrong with that.

Enigma by Peter Milligan and Duncan Fegredo
The Proof by Agota Kristof
Dying for Veronica by Matthew Remski
Don Quixote by Kathy Acker
The Pleasure of the Text by Roland Barthes
The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa
Blue Eyes, Black Hair by Marguerite Duras
The Waves by Virginia Woolf
A Novel of Thank You by Gertrude Stein
Microscripts by Robert Walser

(I was supposed to tag people to pass the game along but I would rather you do it only if the fancy strikes you. So feel free to go for it, if you like, and we can pretend I tagged you.)

…Of the mistaken belief that life can be made to sit quietly in the palm of the hand and not tremble, not much is said.

—Sue Sinclair, “At Grenadier Pond”

As it flowers, the garden
sinks, a ship being pulled slowly
under the earth. The sail rises
as it goes down.

—Sue Sinclair, “Garden”

humansofnewyork:

“I had cancer when I was sixteen. But honestly, it was so long ago that it’s almost like it happened to a different person. It doesn’t color my interactions or anything. But I’m a dancer, and I do think it’s affected my dancing. There’s this interesting tension between training and striving to control every movement of your body, and realizing that at any moment, your body can rebel against itself in a way that’s completely out of your control.”

humansofnewyork:

“I had cancer when I was sixteen. But honestly, it was so long ago that it’s almost like it happened to a different person. It doesn’t color my interactions or anything. But I’m a dancer, and I do think it’s affected my dancing. There’s this interesting tension between training and striving to control every movement of your body, and realizing that at any moment, your body can rebel against itself in a way that’s completely out of your control.”

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I drank because I was an alcoholic. I was a real one — like a writer. I’m a real writer, I was a real alcoholic. I drank red wine to fall asleep. Afterwards, Cognac in the night. Every hour a glass of wine and in the morning Cognac after coffee, and afterwards I wrote. What is astonishing when I look back is how I managed to write.

—Marguerite Duras

Only the stupid are not afraid.

—Marguerite Duras

One day I took care of a madwoman. I went to a psychiatric hospital and asked for a young woman who had attracted me. She was very beautiful, very elegant. I took her out in the car. She didn’t say anything. We simply went to a cafe. She ate and ate and ate — like a clochard , crudely, with her hands. At her core she was very sick. I wanted to see it physically. I saw it in her.

—Marguerite Duras

rippercase:

Yoshitaka Amano illustration for a Final Fantasy XIII scene.

rippercase:

Yoshitaka Amano illustration for a Final Fantasy XIII scene.

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