//Love is choosing, the snake said.
The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privileged perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows, we ourselves are shadows.
Octavio Paz on Adolfo Bioy Casares’ writing as quoted in the introduction to The Invention Of Morel (via cryptomnesia)
(via soracities)
"I wanted to be something- Cynthia Cruz, from “Fragment (Friday, July 8),” published in Bomb Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)
else. Myself, but better. Wild,
and not-yet, A burn, maybe
as it is occurring."
(Source: bombmagazine.org, via prophetessx)
— Euripides, Bacchae 506 (tr. Reginald Gibbons)
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