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Like so many of the children who narrate Frame’s stories, Doreen is bumping up against an adult world of conformity and constraint. These child narrators — and some of Frame’s childlike adults — are the outsiders confronting what the author once described as a reality intent on “exposing dreams year by year to relentless decay.
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Mourning by Georg Trakl
The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.
Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.— Georg Trakl, Mourning, trans. James Wright and Robert Bly
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[…] I for one am sick to death. I am sick from the numbers of women who are being brutalized and raped and sodomized. Who are being killed, who are missing. Who in a women’s culture of non-violence don’t hurt the people who are hurting us. We do take our own lives. We do commit suicide. So many women I have known have spent every day of their lives fighting to stay alive, because of the despair they carry around with them from the sexual abuse that they have experienced in their lives. And these are brave women. And these are strong women. And these are creative women. These are women who thought that they had a right to dignity, to individuality, to freedom, to creativity, and in fact, they couldn’t even walk down a city block in freedom. Many of them were raped as children in their own homes, by relatives. By their fathers, by their uncles, by their brothers, before they were, quote, women. Many of them were beaten by the men who loved them. Their husbands, by lovers. Many of them were tortured by those men and when you look at what happened to these women, you say Amnesty International where are you? Where are you? Because the prisons for women are our homes. We live under martial law. We live in places in which a rape culture exists. That is a woman’s home, where she lives. Men are sent to prison, to live in a culture that is as rapist as the normal home in North Amerika. Yet we live under what amounts to a military curfew. Enforced by rapists. And we say usually that we’re free citizens in a free society. And we lie. We lie, we lie every day about it.
Andrea Dworkin, telling it like it is (via thewitch-inthewood)(via sendforbromina)
Posted on May 23, 2013 via reborn in the river with 21 notes
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Franz Kafka’s signature in a letter to Milena Jesenská. It reads:
Franzwrong,Fwrong,Yourswrong/ nothing more calm, deep forest.Prague, July 29, 1920.
Letters to Milena. Franz Kafka, trans. Philip Boehm. New York: Schocken Books, 1990.
Kafka and Jesenská met twice: once in Vienna for four days, and in Gmünd for one. Kafka gave her his diaries at the end of his life.
(via kafkaesque-world)
Posted on May 23, 2013 via Inside A Letter Box with 1,154 notes
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There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
A Language Older Than Words, Derrick Jensen (via ampliflyahhhh)(via gregorystees)
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Hopelessness for people in extreme situations means resignation to one’s own deprivation or destruction. Hope can be a survival strategy. For comfortably situated people, hopelessness means cynicism and letting oneself off the hook. If everything is doomed, then nothing is required (and vice versa).
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For years, none of them have been able to speak about their tragedy; it is as if they have been trapped by a decree against speaking, against remembering. Now, they are searching for their voices. The book is the story of their effort “to find words for it.”
The characters find themselves at the border, facing a wall that perhaps they themselves have erected, and only then they will be able to understand who they are, since “life is only lived to the fullest there, at the edge.”
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get out of my garden: sinidentidades: [TW: Rape] Yale Fined for Underreporting Campus Rape...
swarthmore[TW: Rape] Yale Fined for Underreporting Campus Rape
The Department of Education is fining Yale $165,000 for underreporting sexual assault on campus. The fine is the result of a seven-year federal investigation prompted by a Yale alumni magazine article. It found the…
Posted on May 18, 2013 via SIN FRONTERAS with 77 notes
Source: sinidentidades
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And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.
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Still by Aron Bothman: Stop-motion animation short that amounts to a film poem about Lizzie and Gabriel. Gorgeous.
Pre-Raphaelite fans take note….
Posted on May 7, 2013 via Not Ophelia (most days) with 77 notes
Source: vimeo.com
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I started this dorky quitting comic to sort of keep track of my progress. so here’s day 1-i’m on day 4 now. more to come.
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She doesn’t think she’s worthy to live. But she doesn’t realize, she is life.
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Becoming a feminist- seeing women through the prism of feminism- means changing and developing a new stance. For instance, I hate prisons, but the process of becoming a feminist made me face the fact that I thought some people should be in jail. Years later, after watching rapists and batterers go free almost all the time, my pacifism would collapse, like a glass tower, leaving me with jagged cuts everywhere inside and out and half buried as well. I began to believe that the bad guys should be executed- not by the state but by the victim, if she desired, one shot to the head.
Andrea Dworkin, Heartbreak page 157 (via smashesthep)(via sendforbromina)
Posted on May 4, 2013 via smashesthep with 107 notes
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