Han Kang, Winner Of The Nobel Prize For Literature, Refused To Celebrate Because Of The Wars: 'With The

Omar Rodriguez-Graham, Even Butterflies Hold Beauty in Death, 2008

Some of my playlists ;)

funky songs- for when you feel like dancing with your friends after quarantine :)

melancholy - for lying on your bed and staring at the candlelight, with night slowly creeping its way into the sky

classical - classical music for your sad self

vivid - when you want to feel like you’re in a coming-of-age movie that’s slightly indie and slightly pop

surrealism- when you feel like you’re in an empty, nostalgic hotel sitting by the drained pool and wondering where you’re going next

suburban gothic - for when you want to drive to the desolate towns as an escape but take yourself into a dark underworld, attempting to unravel the knots of your past life. 

d/l academia - a mix of dark and light academia songs for when you want to feel like someone from a Donna Tartt novel yet more lighthearted and whimsical. 

songs I could listen to on repeat/my favorites- a mix of nostalgic songs from childhood and current songs

abstract- my take on Possibly in Michigan with a slight twist; more indie, rock

lofi- lofi songs

june bug- my take on cottagecore aesthetic; when you feel like you want to run away to the country and sit by the meadows

Gothic- songs that fit Victorian Era Gothic aesthetic; blood red curtains, splitting moonlight, ivory ballrooms, distant shadows

Vintage- old songs I really like

Also similar to this, but does anyone have any reading recs on isolation, loneliness and paranoia that stems from it? Anything similar to how isolation breeds a rather burdening imagination, paranoia, further distance. Fiction, non fiction, articles, essays, poems; I'll take anything

I was listening to the audiobook of The Secret History and realised something: Lafourge says that Richard would be isolated from everyone from the campus once he joins Julian's class, which Richard dismisses. Despite him going to college parties and being acquaintances with Judy, he truly has no one but the classics group. This becomes incredibly evident in the winter he spends in Hampden, having no one to go to for shelter—the result of him choosing to be with the greek class. His isolation takes form of the cold he endured during that time because there is no one he can go to. In the end, it is Henry who saves him, pulling him back into the caverns of the group, and his alienation.

Movies I think fit into the DA aesthetic

- Dead Poet’s Society

- Kill Your Darlings

- A Beautiful Mind

- Black Swan

- Midnight in Paris

- Rope (1948)

- Maurice

- The Great Gatsby

- The Dreamers

- Talented Mr Ripley

- The Da Vinci Code

- Cracks

- Suspiria

-Vertgio

- Dial M For Murder

- Amelie

- Knives Out

- Clue (1985)

- Mother!

- Riot Club

- Mulholland Drive

- Picnic at Hanging Rock

- Anna Karenina

- Call Me By Your Name

- See You Up There

- Any Agatha Christie movie

- Manhattan Murder Mystery

- Colette

- The Prestige

- Another Country

- Zodiac

- Uncorked

- Only Lovers Left Alive

- Good Will Hunting

- Aresnic and Old Lace

- The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

- Girls in Uniform

- Death on the Nile

-Pride and Prejudice

Movies I think fit into the DA aesthetics II

CHAOTIC ACADEMIA

- Rushmore

- Igbo Goes Down

- What We Do in the Shadows

- The Double

- The Favourite

PUNK/GRUNGE ACADEMIA

- Blue Spring (2001)

- Brick

- Sound of Metal

- Nightcrawler

- Mystery Train

DARK ACADEMIA

- Hurrah, We Are Still Alive!

- Suspiria

- The Moth Diaries

- Phantom Thread

- Incense For the Damned

- The Red Violin

- Howl

- Eyes Without a Face

- Carnival of Souls

LIGHT ACADEMIA

- Picnic at Hanging Rock

- Daisies

- Cinema Paradiso

- The Crimson Permanent Assurance

- The Children’s Hour

ROMANTIC ACADEMIA

- Carol

- Portrait of Lady on Fire

- Vita and Virginia

- The Handmaiden

- Only Lovers Left Alive

- Orlando

“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”

— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)

Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays”

Florence and The Machine, from “Cassandra”

John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943

favourite poems of june

chase twichell the snow watcher: "hunger for something"

hester knibbe hungerpots (tr. jacquelyn pope)

jan beatty an eater, or swallowhole, is a reach of stream

sally wen mao the toll of the sea

peter everwine rain

rebecca lindenberg the logan notebooks: "poetic subjects"

john kinsella native cut wood deflects colonial hunger

katie peterson permission: "the truth is concrete"

linda hogan dark. sweet.: "innocence"

jános pilinszky (tr. george gömöri & clive wilmer) van gogh's prayer

david sullivan the day the beekeeper died: sulaymaniyah

sandra simonds you can't build a child

kari edwards bharat jiva: "ready to receive remains..."

george kalogeris rilke rereading hölderlin

philip nikolayev letters from aldenderry: "a midsummer's night stroll"

franz wright the raising of lazarus

erin belieu black box: "i heart your dog's head"

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: "the hawk's cry in autumn"

jonathan galassi north street and other poems: "may"

stanley kunitz the collected poems of stanley kunitz: "end of summer"

robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "a bird in the house"

liu xia (tr. jennifer stern & ming di) empty chairs

wilfred owen exposure

mahogany l. browne this is the honey

diane lockward the uneaten carrots of atonement: "for the love of avocados"

peter balakian ozone journal: "here and now"

(tw: miscarriage) kathryn nuernberger rag & bone: "translations"

ailbhe ní ghearbhuigh conriocht ["werewolf"] (tr. billy ramsell)

craig arnold meditation on a grapefruit

anzhelina polonskaya (tr. andrew wachtel) to the ashes: "a few words about van gogh"

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