#myth of sisyphus my beloved

[house-of-cards-and-crime]

one must imagine that GL!Ranboo is happy

[apoemaday]

Eurydice

by Carol Ann Duffy

Girls, I was dead and down in the Underworld, a shade, a shadow of my former self, nowhen. It was a place where language stopped, a black full stop, a black hole Where the words had to come to an end. And end they did there, last words, famous or not. It suited me down to the ground.

So imagine me there, unavailable, out of this world, then picture my face in that place of Eternal Repose, in the one place you’d think a girl would be safe from the kind of a man who follows her round writing poems, hovers about while she reads them, calls her His Muse, and once sulked for a night and a day because she remarked on his weakness for abstract nouns. Just picture my face when I heard -- Ye Gods -- a familiar knock-knock at Death’s door.

Him. Big O. Larger than life. With his lyre and a poem to pitch, with me as the prize.

Things were different back then. For the men, verse-wise, Big O was the boy. Legendary. The blurb on the back of his books claimed that animals, aardvark to zebra, flocked to his side when he sang, fish leapt in their shoals at the sound of his voice, even the mute, sullen stones at his feet wept wee, silver tears.

Bollocks. (I’d done all the typing myself, I should know.) And given my time all over again, rest assured that I’d rather speak for myself than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc.

In fact girls, I’d rather be dead.

But the Gods are like publishers, usually male, and what you doubtless know of my tale is the deal.

Orpheus strutted his stuff.

The bloodless ghosts were in tears. Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years. Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers. The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears.

Like it or not, I must follow him back to our life -- Eurydice, Orpheus’ wife -- to be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes, octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets, elegies, limericks, villanelles, histories, myths…

He’d been told that he mustn’t look back or turn round, but walk steadily upwards, myself right behind him, out of the Underworld into the upper air that for me was the past. He’d been warned that one look would lose me for ever and ever.

So we walked, we walked. Nobody talked.

Girls, forget what you’ve read. It happened like this -- I did everything in my power to make him look back. What did I have to do, I said, to make him see we were through? I was dead. Deceased. I was Resting in Peace. Passé. Late. Past my sell-by date… I stretched out my hand to touch him once on the back of the neck. Please let me stay. But already the light had saddened from purple to grey.

It was an uphill schlep from death to life and with every step I willed him to turn. I was thinking of filching the poem out of his cloak, when inspiration finally struck. I stopped, thrilled. He was a yard in front. My voice shook when I spoke -- Orpheus, your poem’s a masterpiece. I’d love to hear it again…

He was smiling modestly, when he turned, when he turned and he looked at me.

What else? I noticed he hadn’t shaved. I waved once and was gone.

The dead are so talented. The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near, the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

[spartanexperience]

behold the Worst Couple In Ancient Greece(TM)

my oc Orithyia's and Boreas' story in my head is inspired by the myths of Tantalus and Sisyphus, and amphitheatre tragedies. A mortal hubris drives a human to tricking the gods - and pays a high price. However unlike in the case of Tantalus and Sisyphus, Orithyia's hubris is not greed. It's love. They wanna so, so badly become immortal so they can be with her beloved Boreas for eternity, that she cheats the rules of Olympus. She uses their skills in alchemy to attempt creating a potion for eternal youth - a strictly forbidden recipe from the long-ago Golden Age. When Kronos ruled the skies, when death did not exist, and humans lived eternally in blissful happiness. (but were like clueless children until Prometheus brought them fire)

The ingredients for the potion all come from extremely dangerous forbidden sources, like water from River Styx, stardust from the constellations, etc etc. so at one point Orithyia stops telling Boreas what they're doing in the alchemy lab so the north wind won't try to stop them

Frankly, her divine punishment is not gonna be Sisyphus or Tantalus levels of severe of course, since she's motivated by her love for Boreas which causes Eos to defend them in the trial, but Zeus and co aren't gonna be happy either LMAO. In fact, for once, Zeus is going to defend his bro Hades and think that Ori did him dirty.

[suusoh]

Dialogue idea!!! Just open everything camus has ever written. Once Johan goes on his nihilistic rants have the reader “myth of Sisyphus” their way through the conversation. I just wanna see johan go “life is horrible people are assholes” and be answered with “you gonna let the assholes win bby?” I just think Camus had such a big dick

Yes Yes Yes!!!! As I've mentioned on this blog I started this blog to let out all that of my binge study philosophy recently, and the x reader aspect would just be a sideline (clown behaviour, look where we are now), but I absolutely agree with reader being an absurdist or existential nihilist would be a perfect response to his nihilism!

Because in that way, the foundation of your relationship with him isn't an actual disagreement?? You're not saying he's wrong, like he's even right on some points. I bet when he sees you all unfazed and still enjoying life he'd think it's because you haven't seen "the darkness" yet or something like that (which in and of itself is already a major flaw in his argument, please exploit this).

So imagine his surprise when you not only understand the aspects of nihilism, but you subscribe to it as well???? He'd be a bit baffled because why is it you understand his views to a T, hell even adding your own thoughts on it, but you're so... well, like that?

Even better is if, let's say you're not really strong enough to completely defend your absurdist/existential nihilist views, Johan's pessimistic nihilism isn't really solid too. @/ddarker-dreams mentioned it (bless them 🙏 and their immaculate work) that Johan will point out that you don't have a perfect argument, but that's all fine and dandy because you can point out that he doesn't too!

So hell, even a person who may not be an absurdist or existential nihilist yet or have firm views, can call Johan out too if they wanted to. You can just socratic method that bitch because pessimistic nihilism has a lot of holes once you realise it. HECK! BE GENUINELY CURIOUS WITH HIM! inquire about him, ask him! See how long he can defend his idealogy.

"The only thing human beings are equal in is death" okay so you know that there is injustice and unfairness around us? "Yes, but that is natural, there is no point in fighting cruelty" of course it's natural but you can't deny that we haven't made immense progress of our treatment of fellow humans and handling conflict throughout our time?? "Said progress is futile, the cycle of destruction and cruelty will just continue in another form, in another era" and won't peace and conflict resolution also not be making an appearance in another form? in another era? "you're being clouded by your blind optimism and irrationality" and you think you're beloved nihilism isn't clouded by your own pessimism and personal experiences? and looking at things with rationality WILL make you despair of course, the odds are against you but do you really think history and progress weren't made BECAUSE of irrationality? Freaking Rosa Parks sitting on the white section of the bus is irrational, but look what she's done!! look what it's done!! look what it has achieved!! look at where it's brought us! humans!! RAHHHHH

Anyways, Johan is scary yes but as long as you acknowledge his 1990s doomerism and realise that although you may not have it all figured out— he doesn't too, then I think you're good to go.

(also side note but like literally Nietzsche and Schopenhauer themselves said like the solution to nihilism and pessimism and the cruelty and darkness is to prevail and to enjoy art and touch grass and all that 💀)

[firehananas]

While doing reach for my owns OCs, I was surprised (while I shouldn't because if Sanada do something right it's definitely the symbolism of her characters) that Eddie is incredibly Thanatos coded.

✅ Psychopompe of sort (carried the bodies to hell/eternal rest), guardian of dead (literally one of the meaning of Eddie's name: Guardian of Tombs) ✅ Poppy theme (its seeds are narcoleptic and help create morphine, related to Thanatos, Hypnos and Morpheus in myth. Other than the sleep like apparence of dead, it's also because ingesting too much of it can be deadly.) ✅ *Anime only* butterfly theme (in Ancient Greek, butterflies are a symbolism for the human soul - it's also why Psyché is given butterfly wings, as she becomes the goddess of Soul. Sometimes, Thanatos is also represented with butterflies)

Both the flower and the insect are also symbolism for the beauty yet the brevity of life. ✅ Give peaceful/unpainful deaths (Thanatos was originally just the Death, then as the myth goes on, the brutals deaths were given to his sisters, the Keres) ✅ Big Family (For Thanatos: A twin brother who had A TON of children including Morpheus + all the others Nyx's children, being his siblings. Mason family is smaller in comparaison (4 boys) but they had a zoo in their house soooo...)

✅ Buttmonkey (Thanatos on paper is scary and inflexible, yet this dude manages to get caught in a bag by Sisyphus.)

(I mean.)

(And he also loses to Heracles for some reasons.)

(As is Eddie for the Angels who always ended up with the short stick).

Now I can see a more twisted vision of Thanatos/Hypnos with Albert/Eddie, so this will be more a theory/interpretation than a true comparaison but still.

Hypnos and Thanatos are twin brothers, and sometimes co-workers.

Hypnos, god of sleep, is represented with white wings and is beloved by humans and gods alike as they allow them to rest, to be at peace. This love is reciprocated.

Thanatos is represented with black wings. In opposition to his brother, he is hated and feared by humans and gods alike, but as Hypnos, the feeling is shared (though the fear is replaced by distaste).

Now, Eddie and Albert. They aren't twin brothers but I still feel there is some parallelism.

Albert is the "favorite" one, despite being the violent one. While saying he hates everything and everyone is probably exaggerated, he is in so much pain, frustration (and delusional), he projects on others, especially the weaks (and Eddie) and search to destroy them.

Meanwhile, Eddie is the "unfavorite" but also the kind one. The one who wants pets (and people) to be at peace. He feels that by 'owning' people (by killing them) he can make them 'happy' and connect with them that way (hence his interest in Ray).

All this to say that, somehow, Albert is like a Thanatos rejecting his role (as a gravedigger) and his family (becoming ironically more 'peaceful' than his so loving brother), while Eddie is a sort of Hypnos who had gone wrong by embracing his brother's (Thanatos) duty.

[revasserium]

2k followers celebration event

ah... to be honest, i'm not entirely sure how these things work but i thought i should do something for this milestone! so... thank you guys for following (though i think most of this number might be from before my massive hiatus but still), and for those of who who have been around for a while, thank you for sticking around, and for those who got here recently, thank you so much for visiting! m(＿＿)m

this event will tentatively be open from september 6th to september 26th. basically, i will write fics/drabbles based off of the titles of famous books and poems bc... why not i'm a lit-nerd i'm going to live my lit-nerd dreams. the prompt list and my fandoms are below! please feel free to send in requests even if you're not a follower! and you can send in as many as you'd like u__u <3 the more the merrier!

and without further ado, here are the fandoms i actively write for:

haikyuu!!

bungo stray dogs (dazai? dAZAI.)

twisted wonderland

tears of themis

one piece (live action)

ikemen villains

naruto

prompt list:

pride and prejudice

the art of war

the myth of sisyphus

the importance of being earnest

hope is the thing with feathers

i carry your heart with me

prometheus unbound

this side of paradise

the raven

to the lighthouse

beloved

the age of innocence

gone with the wind

butterfly lovers

where the sidewalk ends

a midsummer night's dream

number the stars

in praise of shadows

and then there were none

the bell jar

send them here!

and thanks again everyone for being here and for indulging me in this lil corner of the internet <3

dream on, dreamers,

~ rain.

[thedramaden]

K-DRAMAS I'VE WATCHED IN 2022

BAD & CRAZY | 배드 앤 크레이지 (2021) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

HAPPINESS | 해피니스 (2021) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (MY FAVORITE!!)

KILL IT | 킬잇 (2019) ⭐⭐⭐⭐

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL | 사내 맞선 (2022) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

SOUNDTRACK #1 | 사운드트랙#1 (2022) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

SISYPHUS: THE MYTH | 시지프스: The Myth (2021) ⭐⭐⭐

THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH | 더 킹: 영원의 군주 (2020) ⭐⭐⭐⭐

OUR BELOVED SUMMER | 그해 우리는 (2021) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

YAKSHA: RUTHLESS OPERATIONS | 야차 (MOVIE - 2022) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

CAFE MINAMDANG | 미남당 (2022)

& LET'S NOT FORGET THE MINI DRAMA:

HANDMADE LOVE | 핸드메이드 러브 (2020) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

AMERICAN & BRITISH EDITION | C-DRAMA EDITION

CLICK HERE FOR LINKS TO MINI DRAMAS

[poemwithoutahero]

reading updates <3

currently reading

labyrinths by jorge luis borges: it took me approximately 10 seconds to fall in love with borges' writing—it's so delightful! i'm really, really enjoying getting to just sit down and go through his short stories in turn, because each one just has layer after layer after layer...he's truly the readers' writer isn't he?

metropolis: a history of the city by ben wilson: included this in my '9 books i want to read this year' post; i'm only a chapter in so far but it's been quite enjoyable! watch me start city-posting soon <3

haven't started it yet, but i have a collection of vladimir mayakovsky's selected poetry locked and ready to go—i've been making my way through the russian silver age poets and i believe i only have him and mandelstam left

out of the books i've read so far this year, my favourites have been*:

god's silence by franz wright (also a part of the aforementioned tbr post; i'm quite sure i bookmarked half of the poems in this)

the little prince by antoine de saint-exupery (i'm a big proponent of reading beloved childhood classics when you're older and this did not disappoint)

the double by fyodor dostoyevsky (shout out to february me for reading this and the myth of sisyphus while also watching severance...i won't lie i was having a blast)

i don't have any particular particular goals for what i want to read this year... like last year, i'm just operating on what interests me at the moment. with that beng said! there's my silver age poets project (see above), and i'm excited to devote some time to long-form novels and some non-fiction i've been meaning to get to once summer starts...so perhaps i have some goals after all.

*although if i'm being honest, i've enjoyed nearly every book i've read this year—i think i've just become good at selecting things i know i'll enjoy

[its-just-a-spark-but-its-enough]

Song of the Day - 01/04/2023

icarus - glaive

Another one I heard first from a playlist by Maddie! There’s something about this song that scratches my brain just right. I like the sort of electronic-y effect, and the overlapping vocals are so nice. It’s short and sweet and an easy vibing song. I really don’t have much to say, it’s just a lovely song.

Favorite Lyrics

I feel like Sisyphus

'Cause my antithesis is pushin' things to work

And have them fall back on me again

The word play here and reference to other Greek myths, incredible.

Special shout-out to the chorus too, just super pleasing to the ear

Final Takeaway

Short and sweet. Easy listening, good for background vibes. I know this would translate so well to lo-fi, which I love. Every gay person I know loves Greek mythology. Icarus is one of my favorite myths. Scratchy brain songs my beloved.

Check out the 2023 SOTD Playlist!

[cantarellangel]

a bit late to this but thank you for the tag @emiliosandozsequence!!

rules: tag 9 people you wanna get to know better

last song: lana's new one.

last show: house md. is it good? no. do i like it? also no. but i just finished 8 seasons of it and I'm fascinated. also 2gether the series & forecasting love & weather

currently reading: the myth of sisyphus and I'm rereading wuthering heights!

current obsession: THE SPARROW and hockey i suppose

tagging my beloved mutuals: @keda-loco @girandr @canadawet @spliffinjimmy @divinecruelty @mossycoat @magdalyne @randomfatechidna @raygirljones @macmonky @universalinvariant anyone else who wants to do this <3

[pureheroine2013]

Ordered the myth of Sisyphus + the outsider 🥰 penguin classics my beloved

[thepersialionheart]

A list of all the kdramas I've watched so far:

(I've been watching them since 2017 when A Korean Odyssey came out)

A Korean Odyssey

Strong Woman

W two worlds

Pinocchio

While you were sleeping

Introverted/My shy Boss

Suspicious partner

What's wrong with secretary kim

Weightlifting Fairy kim bok joo

Doctor stranger

The heirs

My id is gangnam beauty

School 2017

Abyss

Healer

City hunter

Her private life

My princess

Goong

Fated to love you

My secret romance

Oh my ghost

Sensory couple/ The girl who can see scents

Touch your heart

Search www

Waikiki 1 & 2

He is psychometric

Cinderella and the four knights

Im not a robot

Legend of the blue sea

Oh my venus

Descendants of the Sun

Where stars land

Playful kiss

Shopping king Louis

Because this is my first life

Beautiful Gong shim

Hotel del Luna

Romance is a bonus book

Kill me heal me

The master's sun

Goblin

Boys over flowers

My strange hero

My love from the star

Secret garden

Blood

Bring it on/lets fight ghost

Secret

Melting me softly

Dr John

Noble my love

Encounter

Extraordinary you

The secret life of my secretary

Angel's last mission: Love

Graceful family

Memorist

The king: Eternal Monarch

Memories of alhambra

Love with flaws

Its okay not to be okay

Doctors

Love alarm season one

When the camellia blooms

My secret terrius

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo

Backstreet rookie

Lawless lawyer

Personal taste

Romantic doctor teacher Kim 1 and 2 (need to watch the third one)

Rookie historian Goo Hae Ryung

Zombie Detective

Busted season 1, 2 and 3

Do you like Brahms

The uncanny  counter

Thirty but seventeen

Tail of the nine tailed

Dodosolsollalasol

Run on

True beauty

The beauty inside

Dream high 1

Heartstrings

When the weather is fine

Sisyphus the myth

Vincenzo

Doom at your service

Record of youth

18 again

Law school

Squid games

Hospital ship

Hospital playlist season 1 (need to finish season 2)

She would never know

Happiness

Dali and the cocky prince

Snowdrop

Hometown cha cha cha

Something in the rain

A piece of your mind

Start-up

Mr queen

Rookie cops

Business proposal

Police university

A love so beautiful

The sound of magic

My roommate is a gumiho

Itaewon class

Forecasting love and weather

Crash landing on you

Shooting stars

Royal secret inspector

Something about that 1%

Queen in hyun's man

Love all play

Crazy love

Our beloved summer

Extraordinary attorney woo

Kiss sixth sense

Law cafe

Judge vs judge/ nothing to lose

Cheer up

Alchemy of souls

[feral-like-a-dog]

Saw someone say itd be hard to do because scooby would be old and all of them would have other obligations and then my reply was too long so ill subject everyone to this instead.

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okay okay heres the pitch. They never stopped doing mysteries, and the reason given is simply "they never stopped enjoying it". You can have a few people in the bg mention its unorthodox or weird, but its ultimately dropped. The heart of scpoby do and mystery inc is comedy! It doesnt have to be realistic, as long as its funny.

Scooby Do is a demigod no further questions. Hes not old or dead because he doesnt age nor die. Perhaps hes wiser now, and therein lies the comedy. Imagine youre beloved scooby do on screen scolding your beloved fred on the dangers of hubris and then quoting a full paragraph from the myth of Sisyphus like it's just another tuesday.

All the other characters ARE older, and perhaps wiser, but otherwise just keep them the same!! Shaggy is still a hippie stoner whos always hungry and scared. Daphne is still inexplicably good at avoiding capture OR gets captured easily because shes too invested in a clue (it is NOT because shes obsessed with looks or vapid) but is always used as bait. Fred is still as a kind to a fault and loves making traps. Velma is still intelligent and a little shortfused but ultimately loyal. The monster of the week will still be rich white people wearing costumes to make money, and the humor to US as the audience will be the fact that these 60 something year olds and their immortal dog are acting the same way we saw them act as teenagers, but with the relatability of older generations talking about back painor whatever have you.

Tldr scooby do doesnt need to be darker or more realistic or bend over backwards to make itself "cool". It just has to be what its always been, and thatd be enough.

hbo max sweetie it seems u have managed to make a lot of ppl v upset ….. have u considered bringing Them back and giving us the middle aged mystery gang shenanigans to pay for ur crimes

[amitapaul]

51/30

30/4/24

Stone Mountain Liver - Life

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( Stone Roller Mountain Breaker Liver Grower )

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काव-कावे सख़्त-जानी हा-ए तन्हाई न पूछ

सुबह करना शाम का लाना है जू-ए शीर का

Kaav-kaavey-sakht-janee ha-e tanhai na poochh

Subha karna shaam ka laana hai juu-e-sheer ka

( Inquire not of my forebearance against the incessant hammering in the loneliness.

Turning night into day is like unearthing a channel of milk from a hard mountain )

Ghalib ( in Naqsh Fariyaadi )

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How do days fall so mercilessly, repetitively, stonily from the sky

One after the other without fail in irrevocable unavoidable succession

And you have to lift one deadweight eyelid after another from gorgonised eyes

And lift one Alp- like foot after the other somehow someway someanyhowway

Walking half - paralysed from bedroom to bathroom to kitchen

And do what must be done as an ironclad undeniable unquestionable routine

More than out of any desire or compulsion

To live or stay alive, survive, whatever ?

Cook again clean again wash again work again earn again smile again weep alone weep again

so you can pay the rent sometimes vent stand up sit down eat lie down just so you can sleep again so that you can wake up again to cook and clean and earn and pay again again again getting and spending ?

Is this the stone I roll uphill each day and then again the next or the eagle - eaten liver that regrows overnight every night for next day’s torture or the mountain I break for a happiness that even so will never be mine or if it is, will curdle in my mouth before it is sweet joy’s grape against my palate fine ?

Is it the fate of Sisyphus or Prometheus or Farhad I repeat

in this enervating exhausting sweating solitary tropical heat ?

( ASA )

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Note on the Epigraph :

[kavkav: continuous beating of hard stone with a sharp object;

sakht jani hai: ability to bear extreme agony—expressed as surviving a state of extreme commotion and agitation over a long continuous period

ju-e shir: canal of milk.

(Referring to the legendary lover Farhaad digging the channel of milk out of the mountain for King Khusrao, as a condition of having as his wife, Shirin, the King’s beloved . For attempting this impossible task, Farhaad is also known as Kohkan or the Mountain- Breaker ) ]

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#24gloponapowrimo #amitasinfinity

30/4/24

Prompt : Write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend.

[vifetoile]

Eurydice

Girls, I was dead and down in the Underworld, a shade, a shadow of my former self, nowhen. It was a place where language stopped, a black full stop, a black hole Where the words had to come to an end. And end they did there, last words, famous or not. It suited me down to the ground. So imagine me there, unavailable, out of this world, then picture my face in that place of Eternal Repose, in the one place you’d think a girl would be safe from the kind of a man who follows her round writing poems, hovers about while she reads them, calls her His Muse, and once sulked for a night and a day because she remarked on his weakness for abstract nouns. Just picture my face when I heard - Ye Gods - a familiar knock-knock at Death’s door.

Him. Big O. Larger than life. With his lyre and a poem to pitch, with me as the prize.

Things were different back then. For the men, verse-wise, Big O was the boy. Legendary. The blurb on the back of his books claimed that animals, aardvark to zebra, flocked to his side when he sang, fish leapt in their shoals at the sound of his voice, even the mute, sullen stones at his feet wept wee, silver tears. Bollocks. (I’d done all the typing myself, I should know.) And given my time all over again, rest assured that I’d rather speak for myself than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc.

In fact girls, I’d rather be dead.

But the Gods are like publishers, usually male, and what you doubtless know of my tale is the deal.

Orpheus strutted his stuff.

The bloodless ghosts were in tears. Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years. Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers. The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears.

Like it or not, I must follow him back to our life - Eurydice, Orpheus’ wife - to be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes, octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets, elegies, limericks, villanelles, histories, myths… He’d been told that he mustn’t look back or turn round, but walk steadily upwards, myself right behind him, out of the Underworld into the upper air that for me was the past. He’d been warned that one look would lose me for ever and ever.

So we walked, we walked. Nobody talked.

Girls, forget what you’ve read. It happened like this - I did everything in my power to make him look back. What did I have to do, I said, to make him see we were through? I was dead. Deceased. I was Resting in Peace. Passé. Late. Past my sell-by date… I stretched out my hand to touch him once on the back of the neck. Please let me stay. But already the light had saddened from purple to grey.

It was an uphill schlep from death to life and with every step I willed him to turn. I was thinking of filching the poem out of his cloak, when inspiration finally struck. I stopped, thrilled. He was a yard in front. My voice shook when I spoke - Orpheus, your poem’s a masterpiece. I’d love to hear it again…

He was smiling modestly, when he turned, when he turned and he looked at me.

What else? I noticed he hadn’t shaved. I waved once and was gone.

The dead are so talented. The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near, the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

Carol Ann Duffy, The World's Wife

[marscia]

reading list / 2022

current reads and tbrs 📚 + books i’ve read in 2022 so far :)

currently reading

Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses (Robin Wall Kimmerer, 2003)

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

The Second Sex (Simone de Beauvoir, 1949)

to be read (this is more of a priority list, there’s more on my goodreads)

Upstream (Mary Oliver, 2016)

A Lover’s Discourse (Roland Barthes, 1977)

Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (Simone de Bueavoir, 1958)

The Complete Stories (Clarice Lispector, 2015)

Sputnik Sweetheart (Haruki Murakami, 1999)

Bunny (Mona Awad, 2020)

The Plague (Albert Camus, 1947)

Almond (Won-pyung Sohn, 2021)

My Salinger Year (Joanna Rakoff, 2014)

To the Lighthouse (Virginia Woolf, 1927)

Slouching Towards Bethlehem (Joan Didion, 1968)

A Gentleman in Moscow (Amor Towles, 2016)

The Myth of Sisyphus (Albert Camus, 1942)

Three Guineas (Virginia Woolf, 1938)

The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton

books i’ve read in 2022

Breasts and Eggs (Mieko Kawakami, 2008)

A Room of One’s Own (Virginia Woolf, 1929)

Strange Weather in Tokyo (Hiromi Kawakami, 2001)

The Haunting of Hill House (Shirley Jackson, 1959)

84, Charing Cross Road (Helene Hanff, 1970)

The Days of Abandonment (Elena Ferrante, 2002)

A Gentleman in Moscow (Amor Towles, 2016)

The House of the Spirits (Isabel Allende, 1982)

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014)

The Love Hypothesis (Ali Hazelwood, 2021)

Antigone (Sophocles, 441 BCE)

Descending Figure (Louise Glück, 1980)

Murder on the Orient Express (Agatha Christie, 1934)

Faithful and Virtuous Night (Louise Glück, 2014)

Never Let Me Go (Kazuo Ishiguro, 2005)

Beloved (Toni Morrison, 1987)

The Dry Heart (Natalia Ginzburg, 2021)

The Master and Margarita (Mikhail Bulgakov, 1967)

1Q84 (Haruki Murakami, 2009)

Howl’s Moving Castle (Diana Wynne Jones, 2008)

The ABC Murders (Agatha Christie, 1936)

Out (Natsuo Kirino, 1997)

Kitchen (Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Megan Backus 1993)