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theywishtobeher · 12 days ago
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Hélène Cixous, Love of the Wolf (trans. Keith Cohen) // Nicola Samorì, Saturn’s Fasting //  Måneskin, La Paura del Buio //  Nicola Samorì, Il Pasto // Frank Bidart, Song of the Mortar and Pestle // Nicola Samorì, Il Punto Acerbo // Catherine of Siena, The Prayers of Catherine of Siena (trans. Noffke) //  Nicola Samorì, Maddalena //  Måneskin, La Paura del Buio //  Nicola Samorì, Rapture //  Hadewijch, Poem 16 (trans. unknown)
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theywishtobeher · 13 days ago
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Claudia Schiffer
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theywishtobeher · 13 days ago
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I am certain in a past life I would have been some sort of favored royal consort.
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theywishtobeher · 13 days ago
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The moon herself grew dark, rising at sunset,
Covering her suffering in the night,
Because she saw her beautiful namesake, Selene,
Breathless, descending to Hades,
With her she had had the beauty of her light in common,
And mingled her own darkness with her death.
~~Crinagoras, probably written for the death of Cleopatra Selene (5 bc)
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theywishtobeher · 13 days ago
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“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body”
— Albert Camus, State of Siege.
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theywishtobeher · 14 days ago
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theywishtobeher · 15 days ago
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The moon herself grew dark, rising at sunset,
Covering her suffering in the night,
Because she saw her beautiful namesake, Selene,
Breathless, descending to Hades,
With her she had had the beauty of her light in common,
And mingled her own darkness with her death.
~~Crinagoras, probably written for the death of Cleopatra Selene (5 bc)
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theywishtobeher · 15 days ago
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The Ptolemys were both far too close to their siblings, frequently practicing incest, and much too distant, frequently murdering each other. The tale of the two Cleopatras is a good example. 
Ptolemy VII and Cleopatra III had three daughters, all named Cleopatra. The oldest ,Cleopatra Tryphaena and the middle, Cleopatra IV, hated each other. 
Cleopatra Tryphaena was married to Antiochus VIII of Syria,  Cleopatra IV to his stepbrother and rival Antiochus IX. 
In 112 BC Antiochus VIII defeated his rival and  took Antioch, where Cleopatra IV stayed. Cleopatra IV took refuge in the temple of Apollo. Cleopatra Tryphaena  insisted her sister be killed. Antiochus VIII asked his wife to spare her sister. He said that it was inappropriate to murder women, and besides, the temple was sacred. After all, he had to respect the gods since they were the reason he won.  But Cleopatra Tryphaena ignored her husband and on her order several soldiers entered the temple and murdered her sister. As she lay dying Cleopatra IV cursed her murderers asked the dishonored gods for vengence.
One year later the tides of war changed and  Antiochus IX beat Antiochus VIII in another battle. Cleopatra Tryphaena was taken prisoner. Antiochus IX had her sacrificed to the spirit of his murdered wife.
Antiochus VIII  then proceeded to marry the only remaining sister, Cleopatra Selene. After Antiochus IX killed his stepbrother, he then married the widow as well. When this husband died, Cleopatra Selene married Antiochus X, her stepson and nephew. This was considered shocking. While marrying an aunt was OK, as was marrying your dead wife’s sister whose husband you had just killed, marrying your father’s widow was scandalous. 
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theywishtobeher · 15 days ago
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Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s
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theywishtobeher · 15 days ago
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i write poems until my fingers melt and i can’t write anymore.
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