sweetsalome: (school)
"You do no know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of others, which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.

If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. . . . Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

. . .

There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex, nourishing it. Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy."

-Anais Nin, from her letter to an anonymous client
sweetsalome: (sun dreaming)
"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." --Aristotle Onassis
sweetsalome: (Stripped shirt)
Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?
Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.
Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.
Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
sweetsalome: (Suspenders)

       "I am angry, fearful, compassionate, joyous, sad, greedy, generous, enraged, meek, and all the good and b ad emotions and all the praiseworthy and reprehensible actions that can be found in all men together or separately.   I have tried out all the vices and all the virtues, and in a single day I feel inclined to weep and laugh, give and keep, repose and suffer, and I am always unaware of the cause and the momentum of these contrarieties.  I have heard this alternative of contrary impulses called madness; if it be so, we are all mad to a greater or lesser degree for I have noticed this unforeseen and repeated alternation in everyone."

          --  The Nothingness of Personality.

   

        "I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors.  We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away."

        --  A History of Angels.


Que lindo,

vengan a ver que lindo:
en medio de la calle ha caido una estrella;
y un hombre enmascarado
por ver que tiene adentro se esta quemando en ella . . .

Vengan a ver que lindo:
en medio de la calle ha caido una estrella
y la gente, asombrada,
le ha formado una rueda
para verla morir entre sus deslumbrantes
boqueadas celestes.

Estoy frente a un prodigio
--a ver quien me lo niega--
en medio de la calle
ha caido una estrella.

 

 *sigh*  Soy cansado
 


sweetsalome: (Etheral smile)
" . . . Plato, who, in the thirty-ninth paragraph of the Tinaeus, claims that once their diverse velocities have achieved an equilibrium, the seven planets will return to their initial point of departure in a cycle that constitutes the perfect year. . .

If the planetary periods are cyclical, so must be the history of the universe; at the end of each Platonic year, the same individuals will be born again and will live out the same destinies. . . .

[in regards to the Platonic year]  Lucilio Vanini wrote, . . . 'Nothing exists today that did not exist long ago; what has been, shall be, but all of that in general, and not (as Plato establishes) in particular.' "

        Circular Time, Jorge Luis Borges.


"The future is inevitable and exact, but it may not happen.  God lies in wait in the intervals."



sweetsalome: (Angel blue)

Give your love freely and look for nothing in return. 
No man is measured by the love he gives to others, but by how much he is loved.

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