May 2013
16 posts
“Thou art immured in some sad garden sown with dust
Of fruit of Sodom that...”
– Clark Ashton Smith, Ennui (via venusmilk)
“As if the water that I am
might find a better form,
rise above, in a body...”
– John Brehm, from “Supplication at the River”
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“Under the lowering sky, in the humid atmosphere, the houses ooze black sweat and...”
– Against Nature, J. K. Huysmans
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“At night I would get into bed and, after turning out the light, take out a can...”
– Anaïs Nin, Artists and Models
“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things -...”
– Sandra Cisneros, “Eyes of Zapata” (via mirroir)
April 2013
19 posts
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“She has hands that surround books with their cartilage of honey. She has breasts...”
– Antonin Artaud, from Heloise and Abelard in Art and Death, translation by Helen Weaver
“Of Poppy, In a Lohoch. Take the heads of Poppy, and cut them crossways, with a...”
– Giambattista della Porta, Magiae naturalis (book 8)
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“For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love...”
– Helene Cixous, “The Love of the Wolf”
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“And so he would now study perfumes, and the secrets of their manufacture,...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“What an immense festival of caresses lies in those delicious zones of the human...”
– Thomas Mann, Der Zauberberg (The Magic Mountain), translation by John E. Woods
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March 2013
16 posts
“Some sexual theorists have argued that the perceptual link between orgasm and...”
– Jonathan Margolis (The Intimate History of the Orgasm)
“By such means, he had secured a unique library, always choosing unusual sizes...”
– Against the Grain, J.K Huysmans
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“a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”
– Georges Bataille
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“Dust isn’t a bad thing. Besides having the taste of an ancient biscuit and the smell of an old book, it is the floating velvet which softens hard surfaces, the fine dry wash which takes the garishness out of crude colour schemes. It is the comparison of abandon, the veil of oblivion. Who, then, can despise it?”
“Speaking of dust, ‘out of which we came and to which we shall return,’ do you know...
“I shall not live; I am an odd girl and I shan’t be able to hold on to this life...”
– Marie Duplessis, in a letter to Franz Liszt
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“She laid herself out, a soft mass of white on the hard black slit. Her legs were...”
– Michael Gira, The Consumer
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