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shinodualist · 11 months
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Alicia Austin, “Science Fiction Review”, #39, Aug. 1970 Source
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shinodualist · 2 years
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Jeanette Winterson on Substack
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shinodualist · 2 years
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Coming to Writing, Hélène Cixous
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shinodualist · 2 years
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“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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shinodualist · 3 years
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if somebody held their arms out to me and softly told me “c’mere” i would simply break down
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shinodualist · 3 years
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The dominant culture lies about aging. Losing my youth is one of the best things that’s happened to me. In spite of some devastating personal and global circumstances, my brief time in my 40s has been fucking wonderful.
I’m kinder, wiser, and more present than I’ve ever been. Grandiose narratives that always led to disappointment are being replaced by a compassionate engagement with what is. I know and love myself and other people and the earth better. I have less to prove and more to appreciate. I’m less objectified and this is freeing up my subjective experience. I do work that has meaning to me and I’m respected in it. I’m increasingly connected to my ancestors.
The human life course can be very hard, and we live in a world that makes it much harder than it ought to be. But clinging to youth isn’t the answer. So much more becomes available to us when we loosen our grip on what we think we should be and open ourselves to what we are: creatures who need care and are here, miraculously, for only a brief time.
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.
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shinodualist · 3 years
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I move toward myself and toward ruins. The hush of catastrophe overtakes me―l am too short to circle around the earth like a rope, and not sharp enough to pierce through the face of history.
Adonis, from “Psalm”, Selected Poems
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
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shinodualist · 3 years
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the one (perhaps only) thing i’ll always like about growing older and maturing is the never-ending opportunity to develop and refine your personal taste in pretty much anything. fashion, food, music, literature, art, design, furniture: the older you get, the more knowledge, insight and experience you acquire and it all adds up to a treasure of source material to create a new you from. carve, prune, distill, expand, sculpt, evolve - you can recreate yourself always and aging gracefully is all about endlessly enriching yourself through that recreation.
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shinodualist · 3 years
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NEVER LET ME GO (2010) DIR. MARK ROMANEK
I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I’m not sure about is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
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shinodualist · 3 years
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
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shinodualist · 3 years
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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
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shinodualist · 3 years
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The color of the sky just before sunset [on Saturday afternoon]
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