saintdandy
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MAIKOVSKI : I love you, I love you, despite everything and because of everything
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saintdandy · 7 days ago
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pond, by claire-louise bennett
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saintdandy · 7 days ago
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saintdandy · 14 days ago
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"La racine du marronnier s'enfonçait dans la terre, juste au-dessous de mon banc. Je ne me rappelais plus que c'était une racine. Les mots s'étaient évanouis et, avec eux, la signification des choses, leurs modes d'emploi, les faibles repères que les hommes ont tracés à leur surface. J'étais assis, un peu voûté, la tête basse, seul en face de cette masse noire et noueuse, entièrement brute et qui me faisait peur. Et puis j'ai eu cette illumination.
Ça m'a coupé le souffle. Jamais, avant ces dernier jours, je n'avais pressenti ce que voulait dire « exister». J'étais comme les autres, comme ceux qui se promènent au bord de la mer dans leurs habits de printemps. Je disais comme eux « la mer est verte ; ce point blanc là-haut, c'est une mouette », mais je ne sentais pas que ça existait, que la mouette était une « mouette-existante » ; à l'ordinaire, l'existence se cache. Elle est là, autour de nous, en nous, elle est nous, on ne peut pas dire deux mots sans parler d'elle et, finalement, on ne la touche pas. Quand je croyais y penser, il faut croire que je ne pensais rien, j'avais la tête vide, ou tout juste un mot dans la tête, le mot « être ». Ou alors, je pensais... comment dire? Je pensais l'appartenance, je me disais que la mer appartenait à la classe des objets verts ou que le vert faisait partie des qualités de la mer. Même quand je regardais les choses, j'étais à cent lieues de songer qu'elles existaient : elles m'apparaissaient comme un décor. Je les prenais dans mes mains, elles me servaient d'outils, je prévoyais leurs résistances. Mais tout ça se passait à la surface. Si l'on m'avait demandé ce que c'était que l'existence, j'aurais répondu de bonne foi que ça n'était rien, tout juste une forme vide qui venait s'ajouter aux choses du dehors, sans rien changer à leur nature."
la nausée, sartre
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saintdandy · 14 days ago
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“Hell is other people” has always been misunderstood. It has been thought that what I meant by that was that our relations with other people are always poisoned, that they are invariably hellish relations. But what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell. Why? Because…when we think about ourselves, when we try to know ourselves,…we use the knowledge of us which other people already have. We judge ourselves with the means other people have and have given us for judging ourselves. Into whatever I say about myself someone else’s judgment always enters. Into whatever I feel within myself someone else’s judgment enters…But that does not at all mean that one cannot have relations with other people. It simply brings out the capital importance of all other people for each one of us.
Jean-Paul Sartre on the line “Hell is other people” in a talk that preceded a recording of his play “No Exit”, 1965
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saintdandy · 22 days ago
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all that wanting, right? by Devin Kelly
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saintdandy · 22 days ago
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by Alice White
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saintdandy · 23 days ago
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start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret
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saintdandy · 23 days ago
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rothko in the turner gallery???
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saintdandy · 23 days ago
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Ιt gets dark early, now that the end of October will soon be here. Τhe trees turned colourful as they do every year. Αnd still you write it down, even though it happens every year.
Anselm Kiefer
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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Albrecht Dürer, Heavenly Body in the Night Sky, c. 1496
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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“We must be bilingual even in a single language, we must have a minor language inside our own language, we must create a minor use of our own language…speaking in one’s own language like a foreigner…That is the definition of style.”
— Gilles Deleuze & Claire Parnet, Dialogues II
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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(via the author, at the Ex Bird place)
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saintdandy · 1 month ago
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this is genuinely the greatest advice out there. i don't even think there's anything i can add just read it again and again. from rainer maria rilke. aka chill :)
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saintdandy · 2 months ago
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impusively kissing! kissing when laughing! kissing cheeks to say thanks! kissing noses! kissing foreheads! kissing hands! kissing wrists! kissing temples! kissing fingertips! lazy kissing! goodbye kisses! see you later kisses! wait for me kisses! be right back kisses! that is so stupid but i love you kissing!
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saintdandy · 2 months ago
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ugh why must I be always so repulsed by my own vulnerability but I find it very moving and impressive if other people are vulnerable with me????
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