(…) I am plunging.

I am sinking. I am not coming up for air.

I do not want all this human.

“

— Clementine von Radics, from Mermaid in “Mouthful Of Forevers”

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Amma

Nancy

To me, all creativity is magic. Ideas start out in the empty void of your head - and they end up as a material thing, like a book you can hold in your hand. That is the magical process. It’s an alchemical thing. Yes, we do get the gold out of it but that’s not the most important thing. It’s the work itself.

Alan Moore

wenn ich mir vorstelle,  was dieses tier einen meter von meinem bett entfernt betreibt, wird mir etwas anders. es handelt sich eindeutig um einen massenmörder, nachtaktiv und ohne gewissen.


was mich wirklich wundert ist, dass die spinne immer noch so schlank ist, obwohl sie diese unmengen an käfern verdrückt. andererseits ist an einem käfer vielleicht nicht allzuviel dran, wenn man den panzer und die flügel wegrechnet.

eine kleine auswahl der käfer, die sie erbeutet hat. wirklich keine schlechte leistung!

 The whisper of leaves, water running down gutters, green depths flecked with dahlias and zinnias; I deviate, glancing this way, or that way, I shall fall like snow and be wasted.

The Waves by Virginia Woolf 

 

While right-thinking Victorians were elevating woman into an angel, their art slithered with images of a mermaid. Angels were thought to be meekly self-sacrificial by nature: in this cautiously diluted form they were pious models of a good woman’s submergence in her family. Mermaids, on the other hand, submerge themselves not to negate their power but to conceal it… The mermaid is a more aptly inclusive device than the angel, for she is a creature of mysterious transformations and interrelations, able to kill and to regenerate but not to die, unfurling in secret her powers of mysterious pre-Christian prehuman dispensation.

 

Nina Auerbach, Woman and the Demon: The Life of a Victorian Myth