Hypnotist

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.

El Vado

阴毛

都是正常的
阴毛
作为身体之物
出现在厨房
出现在饭里
都是正常的

哎，老爹

哎，老爹
我不是一个纯净的女孩
我是一个淫荡的女人

nothing knows the sound of abandonment like a highway does, not even God.



Hanif Abdurraqib // When We Were 13, Jeff’s Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back

Tormentas

Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.


Caitlyn Siehl // Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉

蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉


Since my house burned down
I now own a better view
of the rising moon



Mizuta Masahide // 17th Century Japanese Poet & Samurai

Plegaria

We pray like this: press your lips against mine and hope that maybe this moment will become one that we remember while we are laying apart in cold beds


Alma Blood // Prayer

Bendito sea tu rostro

Bendito sea el rostro!

Bendito sea el santo rostro!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la majestuosidad y la belleza de sus eclestiales rasgos!

Bendito sea el santo rostro a traves de las palabras que elabora su bendita boca!

Bendito sea el santo rostro a traves de todas las miradas de sus ojos adorables!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la transfiguración del Thabor!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la fatiga de su labor!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en el sudor sangriento de la agonía!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la humillación de la pasión!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en los sufrimientos de la muerte!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en el esplendor de la resurección!

Bendito sea el santo rostro en la gloria de la eterna luz!

Tranquilizadora lección de la Fantasía

The reassuring lesson of fantasy is that
“I was brought about with a special purpose”.
At the end of treatment, instead of being
bothered of what I am for the others, I fully
assume the uttermost contingency of my
being. The subject becomes ‘cause of itself’
no longer looking for a guarantee of his or
her existence in another’s desire.



S. Zizek

Wednes

Wednesday:
I must not be afraid.



Jean-Paul Sartre // Nausea

What is sex?

Sex is rigid bone, covered in velvet skin, pounding and ripping into fleshy cavity with heart-pounding passion and blood-red lust. Sex is bang! Bang! That’s sex, brother, and don’t kid yourself. Bang! Pound! Bang! And then comes a rush of luscious fever, an ocean of pin-prick sensation, and a shuddering climax of gushing hot blood. Pow! And then to hell with sex. That’s sex, kid.





Jack Kerouac // from a journal entry

eltesoro

the treasure in the beloved is just a deceiving fetish, the true treasure is the fragile beloved





Slavoj Z.

Displeasure

Sublime..pleasure..is
only possible through the
mediation of displeasure.



Slavoj Z.

dilettante

— dɪlɪˈtanteɪ,-ti, (noun) | A dilettante is defined as a person who cultivates their interests in the arts or any field for the sake of their love and wild passion for said area. Although they do not wish to pursue a professional or expert understanding, their candid, yet temporary commitment to knowledge and art is founded in pure joy.

Baveuse

BAVEUSE – a Québécois expression (feminine singular)

          1. wet, drooling, dripping
          2. arrogant, cocky, cheeky against authority







Crowned with pity

God is chaos
and so
I <3 God.

Little deaths begin
to pile up
inside me,
inside you

I was a
tender object
living in your house.



Sara Sutterlin

Shapiro

III.

It’s not you. It’s what
I’ll do to you. And I can see it
even now, even clutching
at the air around your body, trying
to bring you closer. Once you get
deep enough so that water
swallows light, there are fish
who dangle iridescent lures
before their toothed mouths.
Now listen closely, darling.
Now follow my voice in the dark.
It’s not me. It’s the way
you’ll open for me, your mouth,
your legs, your raw
meat heart.



Ali Shapiro  //   Anglers

Benedicto

I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
a lot more
than I should



— Benedict Smith