i love you like a rotten dog, i love you like my canines are falling out of my gums. like a monster, like a beast. like something not worth loving back.
Marie Lu The Young Elites / @/bloodyhellharry (on tumblr) from The Infamous Willow Prank, Part Three / Hélène Cixous excerpt from Love of the Wolf, "Stigmata: Escaping Texts" / @/thymoss (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf The Waves / Deborah Landau Soft Targets / Tory Adkisson Anecdote of the Pig
i. Marie Lu, The Young Elites
[ "So. Tell me, little wolf. Would you like to punish those who have wronged you?" ]
ii. @/bloodyhellharry
[ Pencil drawing of three panels of a comic strip. The first image is of a closed hatch. The second image shows the hatch being opened slightly. The third imagine is the largest. It shows a wolf with a large shadow, snarling at the cracked hatch. "IF HE'D GOT / AS FAR AS THIS HOUSE, / HE'D HAVE MET A FULLY GROWN / WEREWOLF" ]
iii. Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf
[ "The lamb loves its wolf. The wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. The lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force. The wolf is now the lamb's lamb and the lamb has tamed the wolf. Love blackens the lamb." ]
iv. @/thymoss
[ Messy sketch of the head of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of it's face, pointing away from it. "I will / remove my teeth, for I / want to remain / kind despite / my anger" ]
v. Virginia Woolf, The Waves
[ "I press you to me. / Come, pain, feed on me. / Bury our fangs into my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob." ]
vi. Deborah Landau, Soft Targets
[ "We are animal hungry down to our delicate bones." ]
vii. Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig
[ "Do you still believe myths / can save you? Foolish creature. / Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered." ]
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Tory Adkisson, "Anecdote of the Pig"
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"Anecdote of the Pig," Tory Adkisson from The Flesh Between Us
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Ode to Sneakers
BY TORY ADKISSON
Cleveland, Ohio
arranged in a pile, stinking like wildflowers,
used gym socks protruding
from their “mouths” like stamen.
Why is the stink of bacteria so alluring to me?
The accumulation of single cells in a dark,
damp sole, the minutiae of Adidas, Chucks,
& Nikes lying on the floor
with mute tongues. This is my secret
that stops being a secret
when I write it. There are four guys
living here, around twenty or twenty-five pairs
between them. Upstairs I hear them snoring,
masturbating, watching old war movies
while I lean low & lift a shoe to my nose
to inhale its bitter acid. I’m breathing in
a chronicle of the day’s many male
labors—running track, basketball, P90X—
with closed eyes, aware that this metonymy
can’t draw me to a field, or us any
closer, than taste or touch might.
It’s too dark. Too difficult to grasp anything beyond
myself—& even then, being invisible is exciting.
Just listening is exciting. Above me
thunder rolls, mattresses squeak, bombs
are going off. Down here, I’m face down in the chasm
between shame & denial, my erection
a bridge to a better, more sensual world.
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“Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.”
—Tory Adkisson, Anecdote of the Pig
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[The title cover of I AM THE PRETTY THING THAT LIVES IN THE HOUSE - Osgood Perkins, Netflix]
[ « I wasn’t beautiful anymore. / Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound. » Janet Fitch, White Oleander]
[ID: a scene from ‘I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House’. Lily is sitting in a chair, her back to us. She’s talking into an old phone. She is sat at a table, facing a window. The room is dark. A small lamp is on the left, close to a chair hung upside down on the wall. The subtitles read, This is how you rot. End ID]
[« At least she is there, / I’d thought, even if she is just a ghost and doesn’t speak, / at least she is / there » Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Whitching]
[A scene from I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House. Most of the image is pitch black; the characters on the far right are faintly illuminated. Ms Blum has her eyes closed while Poppy’s ghost whispers in her ear, her left hand up to hide her mouth.]
[« Let me be clear: every version of the story / ends with you being slaughtered. » Tory Adkisson, Anectode of the Pig.]
[« ‘Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.’ / ‘I don’t believe in ghosts,’ I said, faintly. / ‘Some people can’t see the color red. That doesn’t mean it isn’t there,’ she replied. Sue Grafton, M is for Malice »
I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House, 2016
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I love you like a rotten dog,
I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums,
Like a monster, like a beast
Like something not worth loving back.
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Zartus: Do you still believe myths can save you?
Zordon: …
Zartus: Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.
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"Ode to Sneakers," Tory Adkisson from The Flesh Between Us
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