Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love.
Clarice Lispector, from "Água Viva" (tr. by Stefan Tobler)
New drinking game: take a shot whenever Henry bites his lip in TSH
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
i love writing. i hate writing. i have so many ideas & quite literally nothing to say
Also similar to this, but does anyone have any reading recs on isolation, loneliness and paranoia that stems from it? Anything similar to how isolation breeds a rather burdening imagination, paranoia, further distance. Fiction, non fiction, articles, essays, poems; I'll take anything
I was listening to the audiobook of The Secret History and realised something: Lafourge says that Richard would be isolated from everyone from the campus once he joins Julian's class, which Richard dismisses. Despite him going to college parties and being acquaintances with Judy, he truly has no one but the classics group. This becomes incredibly evident in the winter he spends in Hampden, having no one to go to for shelter—the result of him choosing to be with the greek class. His isolation takes form of the cold he endured during that time because there is no one he can go to. In the end, it is Henry who saves him, pulling him back into the caverns of the group, and his alienation.
‘touching‘ shot by vassilis karidis for fantastic man, issue 30
- Dead Poet’s Society
- Kill Your Darlings
- A Beautiful Mind
- Black Swan
- Midnight in Paris
- Rope (1948)
- Maurice
- The Great Gatsby
- The Dreamers
- Talented Mr Ripley
- The Da Vinci Code
- Cracks
- Suspiria
-Vertgio
- Dial M For Murder
- Amelie
- Knives Out
- Clue (1985)
- Mother!
- Riot Club
- Mulholland Drive
- Picnic at Hanging Rock
- Anna Karenina
- Call Me By Your Name
- See You Up There
- Any Agatha Christie movie
- Manhattan Murder Mystery
- Colette
- The Prestige
- Another Country
- Zodiac
- Uncorked
- Only Lovers Left Alive
- Good Will Hunting
- Aresnic and Old Lace
- The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
- Girls in Uniform
- Death on the Nile
-Pride and Prejudice
The East of the Sun and West of the Moon
Kay Nielsen (1886-1957), Danish illustrator.
This artist is known to have been hired in 1939 by Disney, in order to carry out studies as part of the future film projects of the firm, and will remain, in the end, a short time in this job, judging it in all the extent of his career.
The essence of his work consists in an important quantity of illustrations of tales or collections, in the first half of the twentieth century, in what will be called the Golden Age of illustration.
His style, characteristic of Art Nouveau, is recognizable among all, with its impacting strong black backgrounds and elegant and graceful characters.
(The pictures are illustrations from The East of the Sun and West of the Moon, 1914 ; and belong to public domain)
“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”
— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)