sustainHer: July 2017

he'll retreat into
a barren womb to chisel
on his own tombstone

well said

Almira had a very wide face, sallow and shiny: her lipstick never stayed on, she was the sort who ate off her lipstick without meaning to.

-Clarice Lispector

If I call stones blue it is because
blue is the precise word, believe me.
-Flaubert

You know your own music when you hear it one day.
-Brion Gysin

"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."

"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."
-Anais Nin

If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.
-Aldous Huxley

So is there in us a world of love to somewhat, though we know not what in the world that should be.
-Thomas Traherne

Wednesday, July 5, 2017