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— Adrienne Rich, from “Integrity.”

— March 9, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

I just think blood’s neat :]

doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

fitzjames petting neptune. if you even care.

It's him. Your beautiful scurvy riddled wife.

concept!!! "there's only one bed" fic but set in here

une passion pour jeanne d’arc, stella tennant by paolo roversi for vogue paris february 1994

— from Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

"[...] Revising the perceived sad ending of the entry, Geryon again borrows from “Red Meat,” this time its final fragment, writing, “All over the world the beautiful red breezes went on blowing hand/ in hand,” shifting away from self-centering and instead highlighting red’s continuance without him and its propensity for connection, despite Geryon’s own alienation. Redness is not exclusive to boys but can belong to breezes too."

— from Anne Carson: “Red Meat: Fragments of Stesichoros” by Kristi Maxwell