![In Praise of Tears
pleurer / crying
The amorous subject has a particular propensity to cry: the functioning and appearance of tears in this subject.
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7sveHHIK1qdzbu5o1_500.jpg)
In Praise of Tears
pleurer / crying
The amorous subject has a particular propensity to cry: the functioning and appearance of tears in this subject.
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]
the causes and consequences of love on paper (part 1) -with eugene petrushanskiy.
(Source: vimeo.com)
‘you look reasonably happy for someone who’s not.’
sarah kane | crave
‘you broke my heart. you killed me.’
wuthering heights (2011) special
![The Ghost Ship
errance / errantry
Though each love is experienced as unique and though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realizes he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love to love.
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lubbiwVUwN1qdzbu5o1_r1_500.jpg)
The Ghost Ship
errance / errantry
Though each love is experienced as unique and though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realizes he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love to love.
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]
![I was catching a plane. A psychic predicted that I would not get on this flight but that my lover would. The plane would crash and he would be killed. I didn’t know what to do. If I missed the flight I would be fulfilling the prophecy so risking my lover’s death. But in order to break the prophecy I would have to get on a plane which seemed destined to crash.
[crave | sarah kane]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lubaolcAuG1qdzbu5o1_r1_500.jpg)
I was catching a plane. A psychic predicted that I would not get on this flight but that my lover would. The plane would crash and he would be killed. I didn’t know what to do. If I missed the flight I would be fulfilling the prophecy so risking my lover’s death. But in order to break the prophecy I would have to get on a plane which seemed destined to crash.
[crave | sarah kane]
![Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge.
[death in venice and other tales | thomas mann]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu05rvWOct1qdzbu5o1_500.jpg)
Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge.
[death in venice and other tales | thomas mann]
![Since it’s so cold
in the world
that men stare
so coldly
even
one’s own children
.
you might as well
use a pot full of hot coffee
to warm your hands
.
the moment they wake
they speak in accents of tin and rust
they buzz and hiss
.
[warmth | tadeusz rozewicz]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltsoefvk1P1qdzbu5o1_r2_500.jpg)
Since it’s so cold
in the world
that men stare
so coldly
even
one’s own children
.
you might as well
use a pot full of hot coffee
to warm your hands
.
the moment they wake
they speak in accents of tin and rust
they buzz and hiss
.
[warmth | tadeusz rozewicz]
![two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and steadily we reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.
[critique of practical reason | kant]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltoxn55Mnu1qdzbu5o1_1280.jpg)
two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and steadily we reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.
[critique of practical reason | kant]
(Source: agathaa.com)
![this one’s somebody told me, is about little bird, and the bird is called Cardillo. and that little bird carries messages of love, that’s his job. and a man says to the bird, to go to sweetheart’s window, and if she’s asleep - don’t wake her up. if she’s on the balcony you may think she’s a rose - don’t bother her. if she’s with somebody else - here’s a knife bring me her heart.[nu bello cardillo | joan baez in concert part 2]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltlew2S02g1qdzbu5o1_r3_400.jpg)
this one’s somebody told me, is about little bird, and the bird is called Cardillo. and that little bird carries messages of love, that’s his job. and a man says to the bird, to go to sweetheart’s window, and if she’s asleep - don’t wake her up. if she’s on the balcony you may think she’s a rose - don’t bother her. if she’s with somebody else - here’s a knife bring me her heart.
[nu bello cardillo | joan baez in concert part 2]
![Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
.
[stopping by woods on a snowy evening by robert frost]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt6g7zAsRB1qdzbu5o1_500.jpg)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
.
[stopping by woods on a snowy evening by robert frost]
![“No clergyman attended”
seul / alone
The figure refers, not to what the human solitude of the amorous subject may be, but to his “philosophical” solitude, love-as-passion being accounted for today by no major system of thought (of discourse).
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz4kyFvbV1qdzbu5o1_500.jpg)
“No clergyman attended”
seul / alone
The figure refers, not to what the human solitude of the amorous subject may be, but to his “philosophical” solitude, love-as-passion being accounted for today by no major system of thought (of discourse).
[a lover’s discourse, fragments by roland barthes]
