& other sashas

Mon, 15th of September 2014


Details of Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema’s The Roses of Heliogabalus, 1888.

Sun, 14th of September 2014

Café Kiss, by Ron Hicks.

Sun, 14th of September 2014

"Their lives are as walled in as their cramped living quarters. They have more money than places to spend it. Still dressed for the office, she dashes out to a crowded alley to buy noodles. Sometimes they meet on the grotty staircase. Often it is raining. Sometimes they simply talk on the sidewalk. Lovers do not notice where they are, do not notice that they repeat themselves. It isn’t repetition, anyway—it’s reassurance. And when you’re holding back and speaking in code, no conversation is boring, because the empty spaces are filled by your desires."

Roger Ebert on Wong Kar-wai’s In the Mood for Love. [x]

Sun, 14th of September 2014
Even if, in mathematical terms, there’s no privilege between one moment and the next, that each is equidistant from the other, that doesn’t alter the fact that these brief periods of respite are the only times that make him completely happy.

From Life is Short and Desire Endless by Patrick Lapeyre, translated from the French by Adriana Hunter.
Sun, 14th of September 2014
Now that they’re lying in silence, head to head, on top of the covers, he caresses her slowly, methodically, as if needing to work through the whole backlog of tenderness he owes her and for which he feels morally accountable. And anyway, they have plenty of time; they have the whole expanse of a night and day before them.

— From Life is Short and Desire Endless by Patrick Lapeyre, translated from the French by Adriana Hunter.
Sat, 13th of September 2014

"The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust." 

From Lives of Girls and Women by Alice Munro. [x]

Alice Munro   quoted   maths   |||| +7 notes
Thu, 11th of September 2014


René Magritte:
The Lovers I & II

Tue, 9th of September 2014

From “Smoke" by Michael Ryan.

Michael Ryan   poetry   maths   |||| +7 notes
Thu, 4th of September 2014
She was in contact with her turmoil and with her ability to survive. How could that be anything less than emotional brilliance?

— From “Debarking” by Lorrie Moore, collected in Bark.
Tue, 26th of August 2014
He cannot give answers to questions like these. He cannot give answers because he is not in the mood for answers. That is what it means to be gloomy: at a level far below the play and flicker of the intellect (Why not this? Why not that?) he, he, the he he calls sometimes you, sometimes I, is all too ready to embrace darkness, stillness, extinction. He: not the one whose mind used to dart this way and that but the one who aches all night.

— From Slow Man by J.M. Coetzee, quoted in Passions and Tempers: A History of the Humours by Noga Arikha.
Wed, 6th of August 2014


Dressed to Kill, by Jack Vettriano.

Wed, 6th of August 2014


from What We See When We Read

Tue, 5th of August 2014

Started a new notebook.

self   |||| +6 notes
Mon, 4th of August 2014


Ettore Tito, With a Rose in Her Lips, 1895.

Sun, 3rd of August 2014
Life’s not complete without some kind of haunting. There on the very fringes of tranquillity… should be at least one or two pacing wolves.

— From Asunder by Chloe Aridjis.