Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

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— Christa Wolf, from "Medea," originally published c. 1996 (tr. by John Cullen) (via lunamonchtuna)
Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays
“At night the madness goes for my throat.”
— Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)
“Between killing and dying there's a third way: live” ― Christa Wolf, Cassandra
Painting: detail from 'The Martyr of Solway' by Sir John Everett Millais

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You seek approval,
my subconscious implemented in my dreams. you build up illusions of yourself
and like a bridge thread of a spider web you give them to others
silky, sticky yet somehow,
you’re smooth enough to lure them to wrap you in all that you desire,
even if it’s their own pleasure.
you’re not stuck you’re waiting, for an ending or a beginning
an unsolicited death, an indefinite life
you fear your own madness but the edge of it is what you live for.
you wait, and wait and wait for love to visit the fragile home you made for yourself in this temporary world
but it’s not what you want, is it ?
because the moment it knocks on your door you rush to the arms of another,
paranoia or melancholy? It doesn’t matter.
you writhe and hiss until you shed a skin of a past life that you held on
For acceptance alone, if nothing else…
what is it that you truly desire?
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• Quotes: Susan Sontag/ Edgar Allan Poe/ Emily Dickinson/ Halsey/ Sylvia Plath/ Christa Wolf.
• Original context: Sinligh
• Art reference:
1. Art by Edward Burne-Jones. 2. Art from Sedmikrasky (Daisies). 3. Dave McKean, "Sandman" graphic novel. 4. Art by Roberto Ferri. 5. Painting by William Oxer. 6. Craww's "Woven".
Have you read Cassandra by Christa Wolf (orig. Kassandra, 1983)?
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Micah Nemerever These Violent Delights / I.B. Vyache Excerpt 07.01.21 / Silas Denver Melvin excerpt from Grit: A Poetry Collection / Christa Wolf excerpt from Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) / unknown / Fiona Apple Left Alone / Richard Siken The Worm King's Lullaby / Gwen Benaway Holy Wild