hi, im cait!! i used to be pretty active on writeblr as booksnotbookies/emmie but went on hiatus when i started uni. I’ll probably make a ~fancy~ intro post soon, but a lot of my old moots are no longer active and I’d love to meet more writeblrs! i love to read pretty much anything (but esp historical/science fiction) so interact with this post so I can find yalls blogs <33

image

Ilya Kaminsky, Dancing in Odessa

image

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

”youve already drawn that character” yesss. i like them a lots. i will be drawing them again. 1000 drawings of the same character over and over again for ten million years

image

Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe

looseleaflettuce-deactivated202

if i could get away with it, all my characters would wear black shirts and jeans and maybe a dress sometimes but that’s it !!!

[ID: I wanted to live back / in the before. Before love possessed me. Before grief.]ALT

Saudade, Traci Brimhall

Sun to God (Gaza, 2021) BY LADAN OSMAN  A boy recovers trinkets from his rubbled home. I glint and glimmer the objects he seeks. My love drawing thirst, my love a fatigue. He fills his bucket. He takes stock, his small smile another sun on a cluster of plastic roses. A man says: You’ll get new toys. You don’t need those. This child is resurrecting. Do not interrupt this work. I want to roar but their ears can never attune to my voice. The boy cries and the man asks: Why are you crying? God will recompense it all. The boy cries more. I shine on him more. I hurry to dry his tears but the lines they leave testify against us both, Lord. Many and many times, I have lit the way to oblivion. Many and many times, I was tied from vengeance. Always and always we wait for you to raise the walls again, place beloveds back inside, to refill the cratered earth, return the orchards, to call back the ghosts, quiet the echoes, to recompense it all.ALT

Ladan Osman, “Sun to God (Gaza 2021)”

thinking about how orpheus turning to look back at eurydice isn’t a sign of mortal frailness but a sign of love

“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses

This is true no matter the version you're reading.

1. Eurydice trips and Orpheus turns to help her because he loves her.

2. Orpheus cannot hear Eurydice behind him, and fearing that he's been tricked, turns to make sure she's there.

3. Orpheus makes it out of the Underworld, and so full of love and excitement to be with Eurydice, turns to embrace her, forgetting that they both need to be out of the Underworld.

No matter what happens in the story, Orpheus loses Eurydice because his love for her compels him to look.

Orpheus, I can forgive you, then,
There’s not a soul alive who wouldn’t have looked back

The Descent, by Tyler King

Don’t forget Gluck’s opera, where Eurydice doesn’t know Orpheus is forbidden to look back, Orpheus is also forbidden to tell her, she assumes he must not love her anymore, and Orpheus finally looks back to reassure her of his love because he can’t bear her anguish.

In that version in particular, but possibly in all retellings, a part of us wants Orpheus to look back, because his failure proves his love.