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Prophet girl chosen by the sun, do you heard the gods whispering those silent stardust words?
Cursed daughter, uttering insanities no one believes, do you regret taking the vow?
Sufferer of wrath, pitied by the goddess of wisdom and war, do you know how Athena weeped at the sight of you?

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She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.
🖋️ Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (1938)
"People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?" (Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea)
📷 penny slinger : faces/reverse (1969)
📽️ Mad God (2021), by Phil Tippett.
I need a father. I need a mother, I need some older,
wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

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A woman's first blood doesn't come from between her legs but from biting her tongue. (Meggie Royer, The No You Never Listened To)
Keeping up the Pureness
2004 / Hanging Scroll, Color Pigment on Silk / 29.5x79.3cm
© Fuyuko MATSUI
𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑎
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
–Molly McCully Brown, from Places I've Taken My Body: Essays.
I was always ashamed to take.
So I gave. It was no a virtue.
It was a disease.
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4

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When i was a child I said "I do not want to be a woman". Why, when it is so painful and so unhappy? But now that I am grown I am proud to be who I am. But, for the sake of all of us, let us try and change what that means, to be a woman.
📽️ Desert Flower
(TW: Rape): “Lustmord,” Jenny Holzer. Ink on skin, 1993.
“Lustmord is the German word for a sexual murder involving rape. The phenomenon of a rape followed by a sadistic murder is not new, but its categorization in the annals of crime is relatively recent, and the term lustmord has only been used since the late nineteenth century. If one ventures to think of associations linked to sex murder, any number of cultural artifacts emerge: the historical inclusion of women as spoils of war, Richard Wagner’s liebestods, the paintings of George Grosz and Otto Dix, the Marquis de Sade, Jack the Ripper, Norman Bates in Psycho, and the more recent film, Basic Instinct in which the traditional sexual roles of aggressor and victim are reversed. It quickly becomes apparent that sex murder is an evil so persistent in western culture that it has been “tolerated” to a surprising degree. We want to believe that only the deeply insane, someone reduced to animalistic violence, could twist love into hate in such a sadistic manner, but humans have committed this heinous crime for centuries. Its persistence has driven society to build a protective shell that renders us relatively immune to the horrors of sex murder. We tend to look the other way, especially when it is happening to someone who is “other” or when it becomes part of a larger event such as the power struggles and displays of dominance associated with war. With LUSTMORD, Jenny Holzer peels back those layers of insulation and invites viewers into the dark corners of the human psyche associated with this crime.”
Text by Lynn M. Herbert
Lustmord is a project that has existed in multiple forms, including ink on skin, LED signs, and rooms made of leather. At the core of each presentation is the poetry Holzer wrote from the perspectives of the perpetrator, victim, and observer of rape. This work was created in response to the sex crimes that resulted from the ethnic cleansing during the Bosnian War. -