August 2011
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“The night is my nudity
the stars are my teeth
I throw myself among the dead...”
– Georges Bataille, I throw myself among the dead, from The Impossible, translation by Robert Hurley (via frenchtwist)
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“After loss of Identity, the most potent modern terror, is loss of sexuality, or,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Art & Lies: A Piece for Three Voices and a Bawd
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“I’m writing this manifesto to show that you can perform contrary actions at the...”
– Tristan Tzara, Dada Manifesto
(via heksenhaus, davidwpritchard)
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“Women in a red waiting room can sense a dark frostiness within the tiled floor...”
– Krystyna Lars, “II. Voice,” fragment from “Public Baths”
(via proustitute, fuckyeahpolishpoets)
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“When she sheds she sheds it all. Her skin comes away with her clothes. On those...”
– Jeanette Winterson, The Poetics of Sex, 1993
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