#on ghosts

[myfakeplasticlove13]

You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene

#words #poetry compilation #quotes #web weaving #on love #poetry #webweaving #on devotion #poem #web weave #on lovers #on longing #on grief #on loss #on ghosts #on haunting #on hauntology #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #a ghost story #taylor swift #wuthering heights #emily bronte #cigarettes after sex #on missing someone #i miss you #so much

[haunthouse]

"a parasite is a kind of haunting. a ghost is a kind of parasite. a parasite of memory" - jack de quidt (during a bluff city-themed pokemon twitch stream)

#on ghosts #you are the apple #saving this on my blog bc i am obsessed with it #they said it so fast and then brushed past it but im rolling it around in my brain like a shiny new marble #*

[vysogotaofcorvo]

I was no longer FitzChivalry. I was what was left after fear had driven him from his body.

Assassin's Quest by Robin Hobb / Witching Hour by Andrew Wyeth / Sun in an Empty Room by Edward Hopper / Study for a Dog Running by Francis Bacon

#web weaving #mine #realm of the elderlings #fitzchivalry farseer #on ghosts

[dislocatedwishbone]

Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I // Jorie Graham, from Mother’s Hands Drawing Me // Ryan Ross, via Livejournal

#ghosts won the poll so here u all go <3 #if u see me Ryan ross posting on my aesthetic blog no u don't <3 #anyways sorry for the onslaught of tags #my webs #currently reading #web weaving #literature #dark academia #on ghosts #poetry #christina marie brown #jorie graham #ryan ross #alt text available

[girltomripley]

— JOURNEYS END IN LOVERS MEETING: ELEANOR VANCE

My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift x Haunted Doll House by Laurie Lipton x The Haunting (1963) x The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson x Haunted House by Morris Kantor x I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers

#the haunting of hill house #eleanor vance #shirley jackson #the haunting #the haunting 1963 #web weaving #web weave #webweaving #on haunting #on ghosts #parallels #comparison #comparatives #haunted house #ghosts #i need to draw parallels where there are none

[purple-dahlias]

Liam Callanan // all my ghosts, Lizzy McAlpine // wintergirls, Laurie Halse Anderson // steamboat, Adrienne Lenker // faces in the crowd, Valeria Luiselli // Clara Oswald in Hide, Doctor Who // Run, Daughter // Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë // Oresteia, Robert Icke // Big God, Florence and the Machine // How to stop time, Matt Haig

#hello im here to be annoying #yeah I’ve been thinking #can’t fully verbalise those thoughts though so these are the closest to the vibe of it #once again I am being so normal #web weaving #parallels #words #on ghosts #ghosts #haunted #lizzy mcalpine #wintergirls #adrienne lenker #valeria luiselli #clara oswald #doctor who #daughter #emily bronte #florence and the machine #matt haig #on hauntings

[tuttocenere]

On Ghosts in the Aix 2017 DG

On the topic of someone being a ghost:

1) Don Giovanni and the Commendatore

The "do you know which of us died that night?" in the post is directly a line from the libretto. "Chi è morto, voi, o il vecchio?", Leporello asks Don Giovanni after the murder. And sure, that's a joke. An early opportunity to show Leporello is easily upset and Don G is cruel to him about it.

But Leporello has a point: Don Giovanni is risking his life very lightly, he could have died in that duel. And while he survived, he has already signed his death sentence: The Commendatore's ghost will get him. But even if it didn't, his living enemies would kill Don Giovanni just as well.

Aix 2017 has some interesting ideas there. It has Leporello directly involved in the murder, just as he generally participates a lot in Don G's crimes in this production. So he has good reasons to be haunted by the ghost.

And then, this Commendatore and this Don Giovanni are very much the same type of guy. A lot of productions do that, because it makes a nice circle: Don G kills the older version of himself, because he doesn't want to think about the future, and yet the future inevitably comes around again to get him. I like it.

So who's haunting who? The Commendatore Don Giovanni? He has good reason. The Commendatore Leporello? He certainly seems more scared of him than Don G is. Don Giovanni Leporello? It could be argued.

Then there's the recurring motif of the bedsheet, symbolic of Don G's bedroom adventures but also of ghosts. And it's notable that Don G himself is barefoot for a large portion of the prod, another ghostly trait.

2) Donna Anna

Then there's Donna Anna, who gets hurt by Don Giovanni in the very first scene and has a strong ghost theme for the rest of the story. She barely interacts with Don G, but she's as haunted as can be. And in the Aix 2017 production, she also has the literal ghost of her dad following her around and getting involved in her scenes.

Her fiancé Don Ottavio also has a strong connection with the ghost. One of his first lines is "hai sposo e padre in me" - he's taking the place of her father. And in this prod, the ghost has some feelings about that. Not purely negative feelings; he's supportive, but he is still a ghost.

So who is haunted here? Is there actually a ghost? Is Anna the ghost for being so sad and wan and fey and such? Is Ottavio the ghost for trying to replace her dad? Or is it their whole relationship haunted by Don Giovanni?

3) Ghosts in general

Don Giovanni in this prod also has a couple of demons as servants. Now a demon isn't exactly a ghost, but we'll count them. And even the living members of the cast have a strong theme of hanging out in the background of scenes, in pale lighting, pointing at things, poignantly. Who is a ghost? Everyone.

In conclusion, ghosts all around.

#also good lord this video is beautiful #everyone involved deserves a medal #dg aix 2017 #don giovanni #regie adventures #ask me things #on ghosts

[hellshee]

if you lived here you'd be home by now // cruellesummer & GothLyllyOn-Sotck

(for @joshua-roy <3)

#college art #typography #typographyedit #collegeartedit #quotes #writing #ghosts #on ghosts #myedits

[amoresperros2000]

You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

william blake, my spectre around me night and day... / emily brontë, wuthering heights / celeste ng, everything i never told you / george roux, spirit, 1885 / hamlet's parents: the dynamic formulation of a tragedy / fred elwell, the wedding dress, 1911 / jamie-lee kriewitz, ghost

#web weaving #parallels #quotes #william blake #emily bronte #celeste ng #everything i never told you #wuthering heights #shakespeare #hamlet #george roux #fred elwell #jamie-lee kriewitz #on ghosts #on memory #haunted #on love #on loss #on grief #text #literature #weavings

[tirzahstears]

I used to think that my house was haunted, back when I was a kid. 

I’d put rainbow sticky notes on the walls to see if a ghost would move them as I slept with my head under the covers each night. I didn’t know what a haunting was, but evil had made itself so comfortable in that house that it seeped into the walls like nicotine and fear, poisoning the air supply for generations to come. I live beside a graveyard, after all. Ghosts latch on to vulnerable people. I’m still not quite sure if they ever leave.

Sometimes a ghost will take on a human form. I am possessed by the ghost of my father’s anger, and his father’s anger, and his father’s anger as well. I think that a father is a type of ghost. Having a father is a type of haunting I will never be able to explain on a page. There are no blood curdling screams, no pools of corn-syrup-fake-blood sticking to my bathroom floor. The ghost instead lives in the hole his cellphone made in the living room wall back in 2009. The ghost lives in those green eyes I share with my sister that we’d both do anything to change. The ghost lives inside of me, and I really don’t know how to perform an exorcism on my own flesh and blood.

Apparently, there are no clinical cases of haunting, and it is instead an alphabet soup of diagnoses that make sure I will never have children of my own. The haunting is hereditary, after all. It doesn’t matter where I end up, I will pack the skeletons in my closet into a moving van and cry when I wake and the graves I placed on opposite sides of the house have already been dug up.

I don’t think that I live in a haunted house anymore.

I think that I myself might be the haunted house, with smoke pouring out of the windows and a foundation that is crumbling as we speak. I am haunted by the ghost of my mother’s sadness and her mother’s sadness and her mother’s sadness as well. A mother is a type of ghost that does not wish to be a ghost. If a ghost is meant to be invisible, my mother dedicated her life to fulfilling that prophecy— as if Weight Watchers or the expensive grocery store would reanimate her, as if enough Diet Coke could replace the formaldehyde sitting in her veins. Having a mother is a type of haunting, one that I will never escape. The ghost found me in the form of secret social media accounts and a diary full of calculations when I was twelve years old, in the form of sugar free energy drinks and a near death encounter with hypophosphatemia just a month before my eighteenth birthday. The ghost is in my body still, no matter how hard I try to kill it. It will always live in my kitchen, slamming empty cupboard doors and whispering promises into my ears. My mother will bring this ghost into every kitchen I ever try to relax in. My mother’s kitchen is haunted by her own mother, who’s mother passed this ghost on to her.

The only way to stop being haunted is to become a ghost yourself. I do not like that I may already be someone else’s haunting. In an ideal world, I am invisible— not like a ghost, but like air. I do not want to take up space for anyone. The only way I wouldn’t see blood on my hands would be if nobody were to think of me at all. I hate knowing that I am my brother’s ghost, that I haunt this house just as our parents do. Being alive is a type of haunting, I think. One can be haunted by themself. I think that maybe everyone is.

I will never understand the extent to which this house is haunted. There are ghosts that my parents will never tell me about, ghosts which still possess them in ways too dangerous to share with me. Whether I know their names or not, the ghosts hiding under creaky stairs and bleeding floorboards are family heirlooms I will inherit against my will, no matter how many attempts I make to bury them.

Maybe I do believe in haunted houses.

I’m scared that every house I live in will be haunted. Not haunted by my father, or my mother, or any of the mothers and fathers who came before them, but myself. I am the ghost at the back of my closet, and always will be. I scare myself in the mirror, I thump around in the hallways at hours that make my neighbours despise me. Haunting is what I learned to do best— after all, what better teachers than a pair of ghosts?

I used to think my house was haunted, back when I was a kid.

ghost stories , soleil louise . february 9, 2023

#my writing #my poetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #prose poetry #trauma poetry #eating disorder poetry #mental illness poetry #mental health poetry #on mental illness #on haunting #on ghosts #on trauma #generational trauma

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

it doesn't count as cheating if the person you're sleeping with is a ghost

#on ghosts #⚰️

[godsopenwound]

Paige Lewis, “In the Hands of Borrowers, Objects Are Twice as Likely to Break” from Space Struck

#paige lewis #space struck #on ghosts #m

[unluckyepiphany]

i had a dream last night in which i fell in love with a ghost, i wonder if he'll haunt me for the rest of my days like all the rest

in the beginning of the dream i thought he was just a person living in the place i was at, wasnt my home but it was a home, there were faceless people too, and they scared me, but he helped me understand that they were the ghosts of his family and that they were all there

after a while i started to make out who the other ghosts were, and lived along side them, all the while slowly falling for this lonely man, even in the waking world i am unable to remember being loved as tenderly

along with the other ghost's everything became routine, and they became my family, and as i lay here in my bed writing this i miss them deeply.

i will think about you always, fleeting love

#i dont really know how to tag this #on dreams #on love #on ghosts #i guess

[carfuckerlynch]

watching david tennant hamlet and the ghost being a handheld camera. ohhh my god. the viewer is the ghost. cool

#odhran.txt #the audience haunts the story…….. #on ghosts #hamlet #shakespeare

[hantologie]

[G]hosts are gendered. [...] Of course, the very notion of gender is culturally constructed, just as ghosts are culturally constructed. Edith Wharton once asked, "What in the world constitutes a ghost except the fact of its being known for one?" Ghosts and gender both require naming and performing and are not at all uncomplicated, innate, or inherent things.

Andrea Janes, Introduction: Women, Death, and Ghosts for A Haunted History of Invisible Women

#a. janes & l. r. hieber 2022 #on ghosts #on haunted femininity

[grantaiere]

"He spoke of the soul and its aspirations; of the spirit and its powers; of second sight; of prophecy; of those phenomena which, under the names of ghosts, spectres, and supernatural appearances, have been denied by the sceptics and attested by the credulous, of all ages.

"The world," he said, "grows hourly more and more sceptical of all that lies beyond its own narrow radius; and our men of science foster the fatal tendency. They condemn as fable all that resists experiment. They reject as false all that cannot be brought to the test of the laboratory or the dissecting-room. Against what superstition have they waged so long and obstinate a war, as against the belief in apparitions? And yet what superstition has maintained its hold upon the minds of men so long and so firmly? Show me any fact in physics, in history, in archæology, which is supported by testimony so wide and so various. Attested by all races of men, in all ages, and in all climates, by the soberest sages of antiquity, by the rudest savage of to-day, by the Christian, the Pagan, the Pantheist, the Materialist, this phenomenon is treated as a nursery tale by the philosophers of our century. Circumstantial evidence weighs with them as a feather in the balance. The comparison of causes with effects, however valuable in physical science, is put aside as worthless and unreliable. The evidence of competent witnesses, however conclusive in a court of justice, counts for nothing. He who pauses before he pronounces, is condemned as a trifler. He who believes, is a dreamer or a fool."

― Amelia Edwards, The Phantom Coach

#on ghosts #ghosts #hauntology #spirits #belief