"Let me be accursed. Let me be vile and base, only let me kiss the hem of the veil in which my God is shrouded."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (tr. Constance Garnett)
[Image ID: A poem by Molly Brodak. This name appears twice at the top, one in italics, the other in all caps. Below is the poem, which reads:
‘I am a good man.
The amount of fear
I am ok with
is insane.
I love many people
who don’t love me.
I don’t actually know
if that is true.
This is love.
It is a mass of ice
melting, I can’t hold
it and I have nowhere
to out it down.’ /End ID]
“When I’d first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior. I wanted to see him far more naked than he was with his clothes off.”
— Angela Carter, from “Flesh and the Mirror,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories (via lifeinpoetry)
THE TRIAL OF JOAN OF ARC (1962). Florence Delay is Joan of Arc in Robert Bresson’s trial reconstruction based on actual transcripts.
“But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.”
— John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters
Every member of the world economic forum should be subjected to one of the murders from se7en
