“In a field of broken antlers,
I’m holy as the grass
where a deer has slept.”— Erika L. Sánchez, from “Love Story,” Lessons on Expulsion (via ellaenchanted2004)
The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a frame, broad, porous and sleep-worn, as if sleep were a decay fishing her beneath the visible surface. About her head there was an effulgence as of phosphorous glowing about the circumference of a body of water – as if her life lay through her in ungainly luminous deteriorations – the troubling structure of the born somnambule.
-DJUNA BARNES, Nightwood
Arboles Petrificados, 2018 by Santiago Caruso (b. 1982)
via Biblioklept
https://biblioklept.org/2018/06/26/arboles-petrificados-santiago-caruso/
Animated puppet film, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1959) by Jirí Trnka. I’ve featured works by Trnka before (remember The Hand?), but not this one, which is probably his masterpiece.
The setting is Greek, not Elizabethan, like so many other adaptations, and it’s kind of sensual, warm, and the characters in it are graceful and believable. Animation Hall of Fame.
A woman prays at the Church of the Sacred Heart of Suffrage in Rome, Italy. (Credit: Nadia Shira Cohen – New York Times)
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