Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems and Writings of Muriel Rukeyser; “The Myth,”
“What is the language of my body? What is my language? A language for my body: a funeral for myself,”— Hilda Hilst, from The Collected Short Stories & Writings; “Agda,” c. 1963
Kindness, kindness, kindness.
I want to make a New Year’s prayer, not a resolution. I’m praying for courage.
Susan Sontag resolves in 1972
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capitalism is fucking scary because it will commodify literally anything. it commodifies the rebellion culture that is supposed to strike against the system but capitalism turns it into “punk rock”. it commodifies spirituality to make you buy self help books that teaches you to stay away from capitalism. it commodifies minimalism and makes you buy things to maintain your minimalist aesthetic. it commodifies global warming, one of the deadliest consequences of capitalism itself and guilt trips you into buying “green products”. it commodifies itself and creates the idea that vanity is fashionable. it will eat everything up.
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Okay, maybe 2018 was literally the physical manifestation of The Tower tarot card
Let’s skip to the next card, The Star, and have a lovely, shining 2019!
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“A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”— Ocean Vuong, from “A Letter To My Mother That She Will Never Read”, published in The New Yorker (via soracities)
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