#Hélène Cixous

[thirdity]

I would like so much to be the freest of free women: so free that I would even be liberated from the painful sensation of being liberated. I would like to be so freely free that I would never even think to say to myself: “How free I am!”

Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea

[sicknessinmotion]

I RETURN TO MY FATHER LIKE A DOG: ON FATHERS AS UNLOVING GODS.

chuck palahniuk // @angelprotocol // gillian flynn // hélène cixious // halsey // ocean vuong // smoke signals.

[shisasan]

Hélène Cixous, Stigmata Reading in Painting.

[penumbrapens]

Indirect trauma dumping because its my birthday?

[noxcordis]

Daniel Arsham ; Ludwig Drahosch

[sageandscorpiongrass]

A web weaving of codependency plsss

'To death do us part' in the most literal sense

... I hope you weren't wanting something more romantic, aha. 'This is not a love poem' and all that.

Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel | The Body, Stephen King | Iain S. Thomas | Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë | Crescendo, Becca Fitzpatrick | Kin, Maya Angelou | 2 Truths and a Lie, Angelea Lowes | The Love of the Wolf, Hélène Cixous | Beau Taplin | No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre | The Sea, the Sea, Iris Murdoch

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[lillyli-74]

I am only a fragment.

~Hélène Cixous

[lifeinpoetry]

What I write then knows neither limit nor hesitation. Without censorship. Between night and day. I receive the message. I receive without trembling.

—  Hélène Cixous, from "Conversation with the Donkey,” Stigmata: Escaping Texts

[babytoothbrain]

The Death of Innocence

Readings: the Poetics of Blanchot, Joyce, Kafka, Kleist, Lispector, and Tsvetaeva, Hélène Cixous// Zhaoming Wu// The Last days of Judas Iscariot, Stephen Adly Guirgis// The Miracle Mile, Yves Olade// "In Which God is a Married Man and I am his Lover "// Portrait, Miguel L Fisher //"Should've, Could've, Would've", Taylor Swift//

[virgin-martyr]

I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth.

excerpt from "Love of the Wolf" by Hélène Cixous, trans. Eric Prenowitz

[thirdity]

And why don't you write? Write! Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it. I know why you haven't written. (And why I didn't write before the age of twenty-seven.) Because writing is at once too high, too great for you, it's reserved for the great — that is for "great men"; and it's "silly." Besides, you've written a little, but in secret. And it wasn't good, because it was in secret, and because you punished yourself for writing, because you didn't go all the way, or because you wrote, irresistibly, as when we would masturbate in secret, not to go further, but to attenuate the tension a bit, just enough to take the edge off. And then as soon as we come, we go and make ourselves feel guilty — so as to be forgiven; or to forget, to bury it until the next time.

Hélène Cixous, "The Laugh of the Medusa"

[arcaneweaving]

Mother and daughter sister and sister

Arcane S1 E3 “The Base Violence Necessary for Change” // “Shared At Dawn” by Hélène Cixous in Stigmata

[oldwinesoul]

“And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.”

// Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea,

[raeiyyn]

on silence

1. mieko shiomi, music for two players, 1963 (via @neo-catharsis ) 2. via @minuty 3. safia elhillo, "girls that never die: poems; geneva" 4. blue, 2002, dir. hiroshi ando 5. hélène cixous, "selected plays of hélène cixous: portrait of dora" 6. car sear headrest, 1937 state park (via @oozins ) 7. helena c moon 8. via pinterest 9. takuboku ishikawa, "romaji diary and sad toys"

[aschenblumen]

Hélène Cixous, «El amor del lobo» en El amor del lobo y otros remordimientos. Traducción de Manuel Serrat Crespo.

[derangedrhythms]

One must almost die in order to take pleasure in being made of flesh, we’ve always known this.

Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘What Is It O’Clock? Or the Door (We Never Enter)', tr. Catherine A. F. MacGillivray