#giovannis room

[random-poetry-account]

[theorangepdf]

THERE IS STILL TIME giovanni's room, brokeback mountain, i saw the tv glow

[doctorone1000]

Shameful drawing, artist in shame, drawing characters in shame. Shame is here guys

[scarletdreamers]

It's so hilarious to me how in queer media that actually accurately represents queer people (adults) there's always some kind of murder or other unforgivable mistakes involved??? Like, yeah that's my favourite genre, but why is queer cinema always some kind of psychological thriller/horror, especially the old stuff. Give us a minute to BREATHE please. Someone always DIES. I can name so many examples on this I'm actually going to write a paper on it asap, because I just think it's both so funny and interesting but also disturbing.

[dysphoresque]

“You mean I have a home to go to, as long as I don't go there?”

— James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

[soracities]

But out of this astounding, intolerable pain came joy; we gave each other joy that night.

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

[rorygilmoreh4ter]

specific things in literature things i think about often pt 1/?

-basil’s love for dorian

-david and giovanni

-francis abernathy

-juliet capulet and her sense of agency

-laertes’s and ophelia’s relationship

-clive durham dooming the narrative for himself

-neil perry playing puck

[clispectors]

Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin

[giftedpoison]

In my angst, while I sat at a library this evening i decided to check out some books. At first with no intention. And for the first book i found, I picked it up because it seemed, potentially as I could not read the description (it was covered by a tag) about a character untethered. And then a book about someone grappling with monstrosity (a love of mine).

And then finally i took to reddit to look for a book that was similar to These Violent Delights by Micah Nemeverer. And someone mentioned Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin.

I have never read one of his books before but I grabbed that too because why not.

That was the first of the three books I decided to read.

And i'm reading the introduction as one does and there is a quote from Baldwin himself from an interview he did where he says " 'We all met in a bar, there was a blond French guy sitting at a table, he bought us drinks. And two or three days later I saw his face in the headlines of a Paris paper. He had been arrested and was later guillotined. . .'"

And then after that the writer of the introduction continues that later in the same interview that "Baldwin also stated that his book was 'not so much about homosexuality, it is what happens if you are so afraid that you finally cannot love anybody.'"

And I don't know something about those passages back to back made me cry a little. I think this is going to be a devastatingly good one for sure.

[victorianlonging]

If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.

Giovanni’s Room

[propertiesofjoy]

giovanni’s room, james baldwin

[cowboy-heart]

'my eden' - a poem about repression, heartbreak, trauma and childhood.

inspired by the quote: "nobody can stay in the garden of Eden...I wonder why" (James Baldwin, 'Giovanni's Room')

(ID in read more)

[ID: an original poem titled 'My Eden':

we all have our Edens, we either flee from it or chase it till our knees buckle and break. this Oedipal Eden, the innocence before the judgement, the rain on your skin before your clothes weigh you down, wet and heavy. often we chase but cannot catch, but how could we? you’re never a child twice, and nothing is the same as that first time. fingers in hair, lips on naval, sheets tangled in our feet like holy vines. even a lifetime would not be long enough to be here in this moment and then it passes anyway, and the sheets let you go. either you run from this shame this truth in you, bury your Eden in the cavity of the opposite sex, a corporate tie, a white picket fence, at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. or you let it whisk you, seek the ecstasy of Eden, the first tender touch before the fall, eyes locked on the unattainable. but the sick truth is that the more you pursue, the more likely you are to miss spotting the upcoming potholes of the human condition. perhaps it was only your Eden they wanted, perhaps there was none left in them, or perhaps they saw the rotten fruit in your eyes and your starving tongue. after all, once your Eden is behind you, you can’t look back. you are not Orpheus, your Eurydice was never there for you to lose all over again, and we did not succumb to the viper. you took the fruit from it with both hands, all the knowledge to better appreciate what you have but then it’s gone gone in a single swallowed night. you’re your father’s son, alright. nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden, I wonder why. but really, who would want to? we can’t have back our Eden but, baby, we both have ribs to spare.

[ohnopeh]

[okaycoffees]

I've been keeping a commonplace book for a few weeks. I don't have pretty handwriting or especially clever thoughts, but I enjoy having this little notebook that functions as an extension of my brain. The inside of the cover is currently a catch-all for paper items, including a note I wrote to myself a few years ago, salman toor and richard osman.

[doctorone1000]

Giovanni’s room destroyed and rebuilt me in the ways I would never let media do it.

Drawing David White and blond doesn’t sit right with me but as I checked he is like this? If i got their description wrong id appreciate it! So yeah quick sketches and pain and suffering and ugh God

[soracities]

Then, for the first time in my life, I was really aware of another person’s body, of another person’s smell. We had our arms around each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room