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“Of all the female sins, hunger is the least forgivable; hunger for anything, for food, sex, power, education, even love.”
— Laurie Penny, Unspeakable Things. (via mythaelogy)
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907
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Alec Irwin, 'Devoured by God: Cannibalism, Mysticism, and Ethics in Simone Weil'
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“God is tasted mouth to mouth (“Gustavi te in me, et me in te”—I have tasted thee in me, and myself in thee)”
— Piero Camporesi, tr. Robert R. Barr | Juice of Life: The Symbolic and Magic Significance of Blood (via abandonarium)
My desire is a simple beast.
May I be beautiful in your hunger.
Sam Cheuk, Postscripts from a City Burning; “11/07/19”
Let me bite you a little, just tender
enough to leave a small bruise, easily
hidden, that goes away in time.
Sam Cheuk, Postscripts from a City Burning; “11/06/19”
If you are what you eat,
then I would like to eat
the stars of
your eyes,
drink from the cup of your heart,
lick the tears of your wounds.
You are like a flower
I would like to consume
So I could be as lovely and beautiful.
Dieu Dinh, Tender Cracks; “Becoming”
“I am your feast. My blood is your toast.”
Boi John Awang, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Wrapped in Grief”
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Catherine of Siena, Prayer 9 (Noffke trans.) (1379)
Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “Nighttime Activities with a New Person”
[Text ID: clutch. breath as hunger. closer. more.]
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“Do you hunger for me, do you burn for me?”
— Margaret Atwood, from ‘The Heart Goes Last’
Idris Jamma’, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “In the Spring of Love”
[Text ID: Your smiles are the only food and wine I have left.]
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“Je n’aime pas les hommes; j’aime ce qui les dévore.”
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André Gide, Le prométhée mal enchaîné.
- Translation: I do not like people; I like what consumes them.
(via wordsnquotes)
Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “How I Learned to Love”
[Text ID: All I know of love is hunger.]
Yehuda Amichai, tr. Ruth Nevo, Travels
[Text ID: The sound of swallowing is the sound of history / belch and hiccup and crunching of bones / these are the sounds of history, bowel movements - its movement. Digestion. / In digesting, all begin to be alike: / brother and sister, man and dog, saint and sinner, / flower and cloud, shepherd and sheep, all, governor / and governed, all descend into sameness. / My experimental life descends too. / All descends into the terrible sameness. All is fruit / of the intestinal tract.]