My bones do not taste of crown and silver / I am not a thing to be owned
Adonis, from ‘This is My Name’, Selected Poems (via sempiternele)
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Women speaking of mirrors and prettiness make it all too clear that even for pretty women, mirrors are the foci of anxious, not gratified, narcissism. The woman who knows beyond a doubt that she is beautiful exists aplenty in male novelists’ imaginations; I have yet to find her in women’s books or women’s memoirs or in life. Women spend a lot of time looking in mirrors, but the “compulsion to visualize the self” is a phrase Moers uses of women in her chapter on Gothic freaks and horrors; the compulsion is a constant check on one’s (possible) beauty, not an enjoyment of it.
Joanna Russ, “Aesthetics,” How to Suppress Women’s Writing (1983). (via ablogwithaview)
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joséphine le tutour in “too blessed to be stressed” by mark peckmezian for muse #38 september 2014.
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