Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.
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— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks
[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]
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— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh (Diaries 1964-1980)
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"I vulgarize my feelings by speaking of them too readily to others."
— Susan Sontag - from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little — have few verbal means. Eloquence – thinking in words – is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Diaries 1964-1980
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hi!! could i request a webweave on feelings of intense rage, love, and a mixture of both? thanku <3
susan sontag as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals and notebooks, 1964-1980: "february 20th, 1970" (via @theoptia) \\ roger reeves best barbarian: "after death" \\ georgy nikolsky for pytor manteufel's tales of a naturalist \\ clarice lispector the hour of the star
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I’m chasing myself (I have been for years).
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When I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall – like seeking love in a whorehouse.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
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― Susan Sontag, in As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks (1964–1980).
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—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold—so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
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"I, in my corner, with my monstrous needs."
— Susan Sontag, Excerpt from 'As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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