140“…she lay in the white sheet-lightning of her aura. An aura must be fastened like a butterfly, like angel wings to a naked, scraped spine.“
– H. D., Nights
"my excessive heart / finds everything too small,"
— Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Like the Bull,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
— Miguel Hernández, from Selected Poems; “Like the Bull,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
(via an-itinerant-poet)
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"In depression, all that once seemed beautiful, or even startling and dreadful, is nothing to you. The image of a cloud-crossed moon is not in itself a purveyor of anything mysterious or mystical; it is only an ensemble of objects represented to us by our optical apparatus and perhaps processed as a memory."
— Thomas Ligotti (via poeticsofdeath)380
— Thomas Ligotti (via poeticsofdeath)380
"I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love. I lost my teeth on the altar of human sacrifice."
— Roberto Bolaño, from Amulet, trans. Chris Andrews (New Directions, 2006)
— Roberto Bolaño, from Amulet, trans. Chris Andrews (New Directions, 2006)
(Source: memoryslandscape)
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