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"Questionnaire" - Wendell Berry
1. How much poison are you willing to eat for the success of the free market and global trade? Please name your preferred poisons. 2. For the sake of goodness, how much evil are you willing to do? Fill in the following blanks with the names of your favorite evils and acts of hatred. 3. What sacrifices are you prepared to make for culture and civilization? Please list the monuments, shrines, and works of art you would most willingly destroy. 4. In the name of patriotism and the flag, how much of our beloved land are you willing to desecrate? List in the following spaces the mountains, rivers, towns, farms you could most readily do without. 5. State briefly the ideas, ideals, or hopes, the energy sources, the kinds of security, for which you would kill a child. Name, please, the children whom you would be willing to kill.
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Paul van Dongen, Crown of Thorns (2) / Crown of Thorns (3) / Crown of Thorns (4) / Crown of Thorns (5)
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St Dunstan-in-the-East, London, England ~ Nigel Turner
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she lets me hit because i *remembers i have nothing and no one* actually lets just stop talking for a little while
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Fuck anyone who boils the massive achievements of 20th-century US American feminism down to “forcing women to work.” If you’d prefer that everything about your life was subject to the whims of some random man you married at 20 then be my guest and pursue that. But personally I value my own intellect and autonomy. And I think anyone who presents full-time domestic labor as some kind of luxury for women has an agenda that’s completely incompatible with my human rights.
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Everyone else’s music taste sucks but mine *Plays the worst song you’ve heard on your entire life*
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Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robin Fulton, from “Many Steps”, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems
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Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope
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The Gleaming of the Blade, Christian J. Collier
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Cassandra, come! yourself a torch take terrible fire from Ilion's flame
Dilys Laing, from "Grief of the Trojan Women" (1950-52), The Collected Poems of Dilys Laing (The Press of Case Western Reserve University, 1967)
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Not everything needs old woman Yuri in it
You're like a terrorist to me
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