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Santa Sofia - John Singer Sargent

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Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt

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James Baldwin.

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― Gabriel García Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold (translated by Gregory Rabassa)

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The Red Door, 1978

Isabel Quintanilla

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- William Fargason, Cain.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

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‘From a swamp, evil, viscous,’ Osip Mandelstam (translated by A. S. Kline)

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me when i spend another day deeply depressed (i have been this way since i was 11 years old)

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fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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tradgedy enjoyers when you look into the eyes of your worst enemy and can only see yourself

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Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Heart Under A Cassock,"

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“You can do a lot of things with betrayal, but you can’t undo it. It feels irredeemable. To betray is to create a situation that there is no going back from.

If betrayal is one of the ways, or even the way, in which we change our lives, perhaps we should talk not only of the fear of being betrayed, but of the wish, the willingness to be betrayed, and to betray. And then we would be talking of consciously or unconsciously engineering our own betrayal, and looking for people (or things) we can betray. We would be talking of betrayal as a transformational act; we might even talk of it as an object of desire and start noticing how we seek it.”

from Judas’ Gift, by Adam Phillips.

(emphasis my own.)

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Anselm Kiefer (German, 1945), Yggdrasil, 1985. Acrylic, emulsion, shellac, and lead on photograph, 40⅛ x 33 in.

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Sheol, oil on glass with wood frame by Kim Jakobsson