February 2012
50 posts
The Wine
Clare Fader
Clare Fader, “The Wine” from The Elephant’s Baby
Leonora Carrington’s The Temptation of Saint Anthony
Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse
And here is another thing: the objects around me are becoming terribly clear and vivid, much more alive than I am. You know, Eleanor, I’m afraid… . Listen, the chairs in this room are very old, and so is all the rest of the furniture. Last week, I saw a little green bud on one of the chairs, the kind of bud that appears on trees in the spring. And now … how horrible … it has become a leaf … Eleanor!
From “Pigeon, Fly”, 1937-1940.
For centuries, they dressed up love for easy digestion as a fat little boy with wings, pale blue bows, and anemic-looking flowers. behind this bland decoration Love snarled its rictus through the ages. With shrieks of adoration, it flung itself on human breasts, “to crush you, to suck your life away. I cannot drag my own weight over the crust of the earth, so you must carry me on your back so that in time you will be crippled with my weight.” These words are in every heart in the mating season.
From The Stone Door, 1940s, pub.1976.
“Fifty years ago I was born a female human animal. This, I was told, meant that I was a “Woman.”
But I never knew what they meant.
Am I that which I observe or that which observes me?” —Leonora Carrington, from What is a Woman? (via frenchtwist)
Am I that which I observe or that which observes me?” —Leonora Carrington, from What is a Woman? (via frenchtwist)
These Days
Nico
Nico - These Days
Quietly solitary, lovely. A song I hardly remembered: it’s been awhile, hello.
