#Wisdom City

[thistransient]

「想了解一個人你必須知道他在呼什麼」

[christinered]

Happy Summer Sweeties! ~Red

[wayti-blog]

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.. Until their secret is given to another to look after, then perhaps two human creatures may know each other..”

― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

[garadinervi]

Audre Lorde, Breast Cancer: A Black Lesbian Feminist Experience, «Sinister Wisdom» – A Journal of Words and Pictures for the Lesbian Imagination in All Women, No. 10, Special Issue: On Being Old & Age, Issue edited by Susan Leigh Star with Emily Dickendaughter, Linda Koolish, and Robin Linden, Printed by Iowa City Women's Press, Sinister Wisdom, Lincoln, NE, 1979, pp. 44-61 (pdf here)

Bibl.: Audre Lorde, Ther Cancer Journals, Spinsters, Ink, Argyle, NY, 1980; then Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals. Special Edition, aunt lute books, San Francisco, CA, 1997

[rustpuppy]

pushing jonathan aside and making out w martha sloppy style

[morninkim]

everyone SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!!!!!

pepper and shadowheart :))

[gregor-samsung]

English Vinglish (Gauri Shinde - 2012)

[veeveetheheretic]

road less traveled.

[gabs-magical-abs]

Love living in constant fear that we'll get kicked out of our rental at the whim of a landlord. This is a very reasonable and not at all stressful and fucked way for 30% of the population to live.

[pathofregeneration]

Jonathan Wiltshire, An Astral City

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“Death is the name we give to the cessation of physical processes as perceived by our physical senses. Higher processes ... simply continue, free of the encumbrance of the outer body. Furthermore, we are more truly alive in this new awakening than ever we were on earth, since we no longer suffer the illusion that only the physical world exists. All of our inner senses are activated and, like arousing from a long sleep, you suddenly become aware of a most familiar and cherished reality—the inner world which is our original, authentic and eternal homeland.”

— Flower A. Newhouse, Christian Mystic

[garadinervi]

Minnie Bruce Pratt, Waulking Song, «Sinister Wisdom», No. 24, Edited by Michelle Cliff and Adrienne Rich, Rockland, ME, 1983, pp. 135-142 (pdf here)

[mumblelard]

today i bought two pairs of pants and a black hoodie, ate nine leftover chicken wings, drank three faux claws, smoked one cigarette, talked to my girlfriend for one hundred seven minutes while she drove the back roads of rural georgia between family gatherings, cooked fourteen servings of boxed cornbread stuffing as part of my end of year cupboard clean out, visited with my daughter for forty-one minutes at her place, went to two stores that 'just stopped' developing chemical process film, and listened to two hundred forty-seven minutes of sad music or else

[darrinjoakley]

WISE WORDS

[tatonslice]

i dont know what to caption thispost with

bonus under the cut

[martyrbat]

true strength — batman secret files (2018) #1

(ID below cut!)

[ID: A short story with a guiding narration:

His knuckles ache with each blow, bone grinding into bone. The criminals shout what they always shout. And Superman comes from above. — We're shown Batman fighting against several men that are trying to overpower him. He blocks an attack as he strikes another man. Above him, in the far distance, Superman is soaring through the air to get to him and help.

Superman gives a speech. They've been friends for so long. Colleagues. Soldiers in the fight. Superman knows his soul, he says. He knows he's a good man, he says. — Now, in the safety of the Batcave, Batman sits in front of his computer desk. He's facing Superman, who's standing in front of him with his hand outstretched. He opens his fist to reveal what he's brought.

Inside the Phantom Zone there is an impossible universe. Inside the impossible universe is an impossible planet. On the impossible planet is a small, impossible rock. Platinum Kryptonite. — Bruce pushes his cowl off as Superman presents the radiant silver rock to him.

It gives you powers. Powers like Superman's. Superman tells him to touch it. “Just touch it, Bruce, just once, and it lasts a lifetime. Then you can fight as I fight, as you should fight. With true strength.” A smile. A whoosh. Superman leaves. — Superman leaves the Kryptonite on the desk before he departs. Bruce doesn't move any closer. He stares at it somberly, deep in thought.

He looks at the gift. His mind wanders. — A red-tinted multipanel sequence shows Bruce imagining a scenario if he did gain Superman's powers. A woman is being held hostage by the Joker. She has a gun pressed to her temple as she stares at Batman with fear. Silently begging him to help and to save her like how he's saved countless others. The Joker pulls the trigger. But before she can be another person he couldn't possibly save, Batman's eyes glow with red electricity. He vaporizes the bullet with heat vision before it can even finish leaving the barrel.

He keeps his hands at his side. His knuckles ache. At least two of them are broken. Footsteps echoing down the stairs. The smell of stirred milk and white sugar. A polite clearing of the throat. Alfred says nothing. Their routines are well established, words are unnecessary. — Bruce continues to stare intensely at the well-intended present as Alfred approaches him with a tray. Bruce finally tears his gaze away from the Kryptonite to look at his lifelong friend before looking down at the steaming teacup that Alfred hands him.

His hand shakes. His loose knuckles stab into his skin. He can’t hold on. He always has before. But now he can’t. — His hand continues to tremble and before he can take a single sip of the hot drink, the cup is shattering against the ground.

The pain is not great. Not as great as it has been. Not as great as a bullet burrowing, or a back breaking, or a knife sinking into his throat. This is nothing. But still. His knuckles ache. — Bruce grabs his own gloved hand, cradling the back of his broken knuckles. He looks up and quietly asks, “Alfred. Am I enough?”

END ID]