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thenightwood:

Into pasture land I came
just after night had fallen,
smelling the scars in the meadows
and the wind before it rose.
Love no longer grazed,
and the bells had faded away
and the sheaves stood bent and ragged.
A horn had been stuck in the earth,
stubbornly by the herd’s leader, 
rammed into the darkness.
I drew it from the earth,
I lifted it to the sky
with all my might.
Wanting to fill this land
completely with music,
I blew the horn, 
resolved in the rising wind
to live among the swaying grasses
of every true origin!

Ingeborg Bachmann (from Darkness Spoken, trans. Peter Filkins)

But now I shall sit beside you for a while and give your eyes kisses.
Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, Munich, 22 November 1957, in Correspondence. (via sketchofthepast)
I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.
Ingeborg Bachmann (via thingsandschemes)

thebookofrepulsivewomen:

INGEBORG / / / Borrowed Time / Die Gestundete Zeit

Message


Out of the corpse-warm foyer of heaven steps the sun.

There it is not the immortals,

but rather the fallen, we perceive.

And brilliance doesn’t trouble itself with decay. Our godhead

history, has ordered for us a grave

from which there is no resurrection.

Botschaft


Aus der leichenwarmen Vorhalle des Himmels tritt die Sonne.

Es sind dort nicht die Unsterblichen,

sondern die Gefallenen, vernehmen wir.

Und Glanz kehrt sich nicht an Verwesung. Unsere Gottheit,

die Geschichte, hat uns ein Grab bestellt,

aus dem es keine Auferstehung gibt.

stfuconservatives: Abortion is wrong. A baby doesn’t deserve to die because of somebody else’s choices. The baby did nothing wrong, and it doesn’t deserve to fucking die, that’s sick. You wouldn’t kill an innocent person because of something a completely different person did, would you?
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88% of abortions take place before 12 weeks - long before it’s anything resembling a baby. A uterus owner doesn’t deserve to carry a full pregnancy to term and then give birth because of other people’s morality. Nothing has a right to use someone else’s internal organs for 9 months. Nothing has the right to leech off my internal organs against my will. No one has the right to force someone through pregnancy and birth. A zygote/fetus is not an “innocent person.” It’s not a person, and if we’re talking about the court definition of “innocent,” it’s technically trespassing and causing bodily harm. Parenthood is a wonderful gift that is completely tainted when it’s forced upon someone. Pregnancy is difficult and dangerous and incurs medical expenses, emotional issues, and a shitload of physical problems. Forcing uterus owners to give birth trivializes parenthood and the decision to start a family. And THAT is sick. -Jess
(ETA: I KEEP TRYING TO FORMAT THIS AND TUMBLR ISN’T LETTING ME; SORRY IF THIS IS A GIANT WALL OF TEXT, I SWEAR I KNOW HOW TO MAKE PARAGRAPHS) reblogging for Jess’ response
WE PETITION THE OBAMA ADMINISTRATION TO:
Ensure that every child in America has access to an effective school library program.
Every child in America deserves access to an effective school library program. We ask that the reauthorization of the Elementary and Secondary Education Act (ESEA) provide dedicated funding to help support effective school library programs. Such action will ensure more students have access to the resources and tools that constitute a 21st century learning environment. Reductions in school library programs are creating an ‘access gap’ between schools in wealthier communities versus those where there are high levels of poverty. All students should have an equal opportunity to acquire the skills necessary to learn, to participate, and to compete in today’s world.

The librarians need 11,000 more signatures on this petition…

wh.gov/Wgd

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Because.

Libraries.

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beejo:

Vulva vagina

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Though no longer pregnant, she continues, at times, to mix Rice Krispies and peanuts and onions in a bowl. For being a foreigner, Ashima is beginning to realize, is a sort of lifelong pregnancy— a perpetual wait, a constant burden, a continuous feeling out of sorts. It is an ongoing responsibility, a parenthesis in what had once been ordinary life, only to discover that that previous life has vanished, replaced by something more complicated and demanding. Like pregnancy, being a foreigner, Ashima believes, is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via whylovememylove)

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pieceofrainbow:

um, this is fabulous. the look on amanda’s face…

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