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“Y todo se quedo en silencio, incluso mi dolor.”
— Miriam Aguilar.
Peter Hujar, Susan Sontag
I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall — like seeking love in a whorehouse.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
“I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.”
Susan Sontag I, etcetera
Odio sentirme así tan chiquita, tan cansada, tan perdida y muy al limite de mis sentimientos
Vy
La calma del mar, la soledad del tiempo entre los pensamientos y el corazón, la belleza de la inmensidad...
“Ojalá tuviese la seguridad de que lanzarse a tu vacío sería volar y no caer.”
—Miguel Gane
“No tomaré nunca tu libertad, guárdala entera, no te pediré nada excepto tu compañía yo le cuidaré, le defenderé de usted, de usted misma (de sí misma) y también de mi misma. Me costará dolor, pero yo lo haré. Yo deseo no quedar viviendo (no vivir) muy lejos de ti.”
— Gabriela Mistral “cartas a Doris Dana”
You were such a great joy to me that it almost seems like our time together was a lie. It’s as if I dreamed it. It’s like a dream and not like an actual lived experience.
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Velma García-Gorena, from Gabriela Mistral’s Letters to Doris Dana; “February 22, 1949”
Soy experta en auto sabotearme.
Arruino todo, incluso lo que quiero que salga bien.
Quizá en otra vida sí.
“La incertidumbre controla mi mente.”
Milky Chance - Stolen Dance
Incertidumbre madre de toa’ las torturas.
‘’Sé muchas cosas que no he visto.’’
- Clarice Lispector, La Hora de la Estrella
Because I imagined myself stronger. Because I was making an incorrect mathematical calculation about love: I thought that, in adding up everything I understood, I loved. I didn’t know that, adding up everything you don’t understand is the way to truly love. Because I, just from having felt affection, thought that loving is easy. It’s because I didn’t want solemn love, not understanding that solemnity ritualizes incomprehension and transforms it into an offering. And also because I always try to handle things my way, it’s because I still don’t know how to give in. It’s because deep down I want to love the thing I would love—and not what is. It’s because I’m still not myself, and so the punishment is loving a world that’s not itself.
—Clarice Lispector, Forgiving God
“Quiero estudiar, quiero aprender, quiero escribir. Tengo veintidós años. No sé nada. Nada fundamental. No sé lo que debería haber aprendido hace muchos años. Nadie me enseñó nada. Sé, en cambio, lo que debería saber mucho después. De allí que me sienta anciana y niña al mismo tiempo.”
Lo que deseo es una revelación. Que algo o alguien se abra, mágicamente, y yo pueda, al fin, comprender el sentido de mi espera.
Lunes, 9, 8 h
Noche de insomnio a pesar de que tomé diez pastillas. Lloré. Me odio más que nunca y odio mi cara y mi cuerpo pues los miro a través de sus ojos. Odio mi cara que no supo fascinarla.
Amo y no sé qué hacer. ¿Qué se hace en este mundo civilizado cuando se ama así?
Diario, enero de 1961 (Lumen, nueva edición 2013).
Mi cuerpo no quiere levantarse, sino seguir durmiendo. Entreabro los ojos, aspirando los objetos de la habitación. Los cierro de nuevo, suspirando. ¡Cuántas cosas pierdo! ¡Cuántas sensaciones, vivencias, aprendizajes! ¡Todo por morir un poco más! ¡Todo por vivir menos, en ésta, mi dolorosa e irreal realidad!
Alejandra Pizarnik (Diarios)
who am i?
haunt by bastille // weight of living pt I by bastille // doc luben // weight of living pt II by bastille // unknown // lost in time and space by lord huron // flickr // x // sylvia plath // mowgli's road by marina // flickr // fairbanks, alaska by the front bottoms // two evils by bastille // fernando pessoa // fear and loathing by marina // nicola samori // flickr // alejandra pizarnik // not dead yet by lord huron // jorge luis borges // mimmo paladino // virginia woolf // oscar wilde // valley of the dolls by marina // richard siken // jungho lee // art by @blackartsviper // orson scott card // valley of the dolls by marina // pinterest // jackie and wilson by hozier // roger zelazny // david de la heras // edouard labrosse
"Yo tengo un cuarto propio, no tengo dificultades económicas apremiantes, gozo de libertad para ir a donde yo quiera. No obstante, soy el ser menos libre. En verdad exagero: la posibilidad de una experiencia rica y vasta está hoy tan vedada como lo estuvo siempre [...] Pero mi carencia de libertad es debido a mi no asunción de la realidad. Nada es objeto de mi interpretación ni de mi examen, salvo cuando declaro que no vale la pena".
Alejandra Pizarnik. Sobre un Cuarto propio de Virginia Woolf. Diarios.
“La muerte lo relativiza todo. Pensar en la muerte es uno de los mejores mecanismos para madurar y tranquilizarse, para ganar fuerza emocional.”
— El arte de no amargarse la vida - de Rafael Santandreu.
What’s happening with our mexican feminists in the last few days?
“We neither forgive or forget”
As you may (or not) know, Mexico is one of the many Latin American countries with the worst cases of femicides, gender violence, rapes, and sexual harassment. For many years we’ve been shouting out in the streets, we’ve blocked the city with our manifestation and even stopped for a whole day and show how would be a day without us.
But that seems not enough for our government
Our government doesn’t hear us, our government doesn’t care about us. We still walk with fear in an empty street (even if it’s noon), we still have nightmares with the struggle of couldn’t make it one day: survive. We don’t live in Mexico, we survive.
“Nobody ask what my rapist was wearing”
In Mexico, 11 women are murdered everyday and nobody does anything in the name of justice
What’s happening with our mexican feminists in the last few days?
Our event takes place in Mexico City, September 02: Relatives of missing people ‘took’ a room in one of the most important buildings when it comes to human rights: the CNDH (National Commission for Human Rights). Marcela Alemán, whose daughter was raped 3 years ago, explain that this organization (and the Justice System of San Luis Potosí, Mexico) haven’t do anything for them; despite having enough evidence to catch the rapists:
“I’m fucking tired, they revictimize me, humiliate me […] I can’t take it anymore, my soul hurts”
September, 04: In a pacific way, women from “Ni Una Menos México” have taken the entirely building, so the authorities can solve the demands from this and many families who are in the same position. They had a talk with the president of the CNDH, and some mothers decided to go, but our feminists remains in the building asking and fighting for every women in Mexico that have suffered.
“Justice”
Our feminists have found a lot of food inside, food that people who works there doesn’t need, so they’re gonna donate them for those in need. They have painted and destroy everything as an act of resistance and rebellion. We’re not looking for money, nobody here belongs to the government: We just want justice for those who are not with us anymore, we want to feel safe in the country that has denied us protection.
“Girls must not be raped”
“CNDH USELESS, How many more?”
Many of you may think that “this is not the way to get attention”, but in Mexico, were nobody listens to you just because you’re a woman, you have to find ways to be noticed. We don’t respect a country who doesn’t respect us, we don’t care for silly paintings, we care for our women today and always.
We, the feminists, have this song that says “We are bad, we can be worst” and we proudly sing it while we look for justice, for peace, for a better place for everyone.
Spread the word! Help us! Join us! Women needs women
Photos by: @/usagii_ko on instagram
¡Ni una más, ni una más, ni una asesinada más!
Abortion is finally legal in Argentina and I couldn’t be happier 💚💚💚