#sappho has possessed me with a yearning for women

[girls-are-very-pretty]

I want to go to a museum with a pretty girl and hold hands while we ghost from room to room listening to Florence and the Machine and Taylor Swift in shared earbuds, occasionally stopping in front of a painting and leaning our heads on each others shoulder's and just breathing in the beauty of art.

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[silvercord]

03/05/24 - 03/08/24

returning

the hunger i’ve always felt has of late left me quietly inconsolable and confused. the closest identification i’ve found is the Greek “eros”.

“When I desire you a part of me is gone: my want of you partakes of me, or: your lack is my lack. I would not be in want of you unless you had partaken of me, the lover reasons. 'A hole is being gnawed in [my] vitals' says Sappho.." Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet.

an invasion, a fever, an insanity, a wild animal, a natural disaster. his action is to bite into, to hunger, devour, to pulverize a lover into dust. but he only exists as a farce: a dissonance, a desperation or an ancient yearning that a lover will never satisfy.

are you religious?

no i normally answer. spiritual maybe.

but - now that i’ve fallen upon 15th century encounters with angels, biblical altarpieces, and sought out stories of ordinary women anointed with mysticism, eros splitting skin with his arrow, possession, deliverance, and when i read of Saint Teresa’s ecstasy - i understand that, like Rilke attributed to God, her hunger is the same as mine.

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