Jasmine Dacombe
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But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive. No longer young, no longer pretty, no longer loved, or sweet, or loveable, unmasked, writhing on the ground for all to see in my utter ingloriousness… there’s no telling what I might do. —Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs

But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive. No longer young, no longer pretty, no longer loved, or sweet, or loveable, unmasked, writhing on the ground for all to see in my utter ingloriousness… there’s no telling what I might do. —Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs

you prayer, you blasphemy, you prayer-sharp knives of my silence— — Paul Celan, from “… Plashes the Fountain” Paul Celan: Selected Poems (tr. Michael Hamburger)

you prayer, you blasphemy, you prayer-sharp knives of my silence— — Paul Celan, from “… Plashes the Fountain” Paul Celan: Selected Poems (tr. Michael Hamburger)