La lune, collage by Jacques Prévert.
"Cool means being able to hang with yourself. All you have to ask yourself is ‘Is there anybody I’m afraid of? Is there anybody who if I walked into a room and saw, I’d get nervous?’ If not, then you’re cool."
Lantern slides of Norway, c. 1910
detail from Portrait of Madame Charles Maurice de Talleyrand Périgord (Noël Catherine Verlée, 1761–1835), later Princesse de Bénévent, c. 1805, Francois Gérard
"When men feel inconsequential, it’s easier to blame women than it is to confront patriarchy— the true source of the diminishment and lack of meaning in so many men’s lives. When men feel unloved and disconnected, it’s easier to accuse women of not loving them well enough than it is to consider men’s own alienation from life. It’s easier to think of women as keeping men from the essence of their own lives than it is to see how men’s participation in patriarchy can suffocate and kill the life within themselves. It’s easier to theorize about powerful, devouring mothers than to confront the reality of patriarchy.
Beneath the massive denial of men’s power and responsibility and its projection onto women is an enormous pool of rage, resentment, and fear. Rather than look at patriarchy and their place within it, many men will beat, rape, torture, murder, and oppress women, children, and one another. They will wage mindless war and offer themselves up for the slaughter, chain themselves to jobs and work themselves to numbed exhaustion as if their lives had no value or meaning beyond controlling or being controlled or defending against control, and content themselves with half-lives of confused, lost deprivation. What men lack, women didn’t take from them, and it isn’t up to women to give it back.
— Allan G. Johnson
from Inflammatory Essays (series), c. 1982, Jenny Holzer
“Uncomplicated Happiness” by Alex Dimitrov
Maybe I don’t want uncomplicated happiness.
In the morning one of us turns
to dress away from the other
although little has changed.
In a better world memory would
always lead back to affection.
Who is that person on the edge
of the bed, looking back?
Nothing is uncomplicated, traveler.
Maybe I wanted you to stay
for the wrong reasons.
Maybe it’s the wrong reasons I love.
I too am somewhere over an ocean—
writing you this as fast as I can.
I Can’t Make You Love Me, Bon Iver
Buste Féminin, 1907, Léonard Agathon
"How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?"
— Warsan Shire