"compagno uomo, tu sai cos'è l'orrore del bosco quando vi si apre una radura notturna? o no. quando ripensi nottetempo alla radura che hai veduto e traversato di giorno, e là c'è un fiore, una bacca che sai, che oscilla al vento, e questa bacca, questo fiore, è una cosa selvaggia, intoccabile, mortale, fra tutte le cose selvagge? capisci questo? un fiore che è come una belva? compagno, hai mai guardato con spavento e con voglia la natura di una lupa, di una daina, di una serpe?"

I love menstruating, il tè all'ortica, pahari miniature paintings, dancing and singing to adore something or someone

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You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

I’ve had enough monkey, cried father.

You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve had enough,
said father.

I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said

Why don’t you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These
aren’t dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.

Try a piece of its gum, I’ve stuffed its mouth with bread,
said mother.

Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.

Break one of the ears off, they’re so crispy, said mother.

I wish to hell you’d put underpants on these apes; even a
jockstrap, screamed father.

Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything
more thn simple meat, screamed mother.

Well what’s with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates?
screamed father.

Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature?
That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after
we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after
breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband,
that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity … ?

I’m just saying that I’m damn sick of ape every night,
cried father.

ape, russell edson

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Sibylle Baier // Driving

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how mohsen makhmalbaf depicts being born in his film gabbeh (1996)

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neak sre / rice people, directed by rithy panh

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At Her Bath
Indian, Pahari, about 1690–1700


At Her Bath

Indian, Pahari, about 1690–1700

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faraualla - sind

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