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Nineteen Claws and a Black Bird by Agustina Bazterrica
4.0
Gorgeous and macabre.
"But above all, one must learn to contain the repulsion for tears, the feeling of wanting to be sick when that transparent liquid slithers along faces, dampens clothes and food, mixes with cigarette smoke and dirty, moist handkerchiefs, slips into mouths like thousands of white worms, runs along hands, mixes with strands of hair, lingers on fingernails, devours eyes, clouds gazes, breaches the skin in its entirety, and leaves a permanent, invisible stain, a stain that grows inside one's veins, dirtying one's blood, tainting it with sadness, with death. This is perhaps the most difficult aspect of our work." ― Agustina Bazterrica, No Tears
"But above all, one must learn to contain the repulsion for tears, the feeling of wanting to be sick when that transparent liquid slithers along faces, dampens clothes and food, mixes with cigarette smoke and dirty, moist handkerchiefs, slips into mouths like thousands of white worms, runs along hands, mixes with strands of hair, lingers on fingernails, devours eyes, clouds gazes, breaches the skin in its entirety, and leaves a permanent, invisible stain, a stain that grows inside one's veins, dirtying one's blood, tainting it with sadness, with death. This is perhaps the most difficult aspect of our work." ― Agustina Bazterrica, No Tears
Berserk Deluxe Volume 2 by Kentaro Miura
“Man takes up the sword in order to shield the small wound in his heart sustained in a far-off time beyond remembrance.
Man wields the sword so that he may die smiling in some far-off time beyond perception.”
― Kentaro Miura, Berserk, Vol. 5
4.0
“Man takes up the sword in order to shield the small wound in his heart sustained in a far-off time beyond remembrance.
Man wields the sword so that he may die smiling in some far-off time beyond perception.”
― Kentaro Miura, Berserk, Vol. 5
Goodnight Punpun, Vol. 2 by Inio Asano
4.0
Reminds me of Jean Paul Sartre's exquisite novel Nausea. Nihilistic, touching at times, and absolutely absurd.
“. . . But I was convinced that I was special, and I was searching for the thing that set me apart from everyone else . . . when I look back on it now, I tell myself . . . ''I was so young back then.'' But that's just a justification. So now . . . I spend my days living in fear of something spilling out of my heart . . . like water from a bowl, escaping the limits of surface tension.
Mr. Onodera . . . are you happy now?
I have acceptance . . . but not satisfaction. Really . . . I just want to be able to focus on my pottery . . . that's all. But as you get older . . . you become afraid of losing things, even if they're worthless.”
― Inio Asano, Goodnight Punpun Omnibus, Vol. 2
“. . . But I was convinced that I was special, and I was searching for the thing that set me apart from everyone else . . . when I look back on it now, I tell myself . . . ''I was so young back then.'' But that's just a justification. So now . . . I spend my days living in fear of something spilling out of my heart . . . like water from a bowl, escaping the limits of surface tension.
Mr. Onodera . . . are you happy now?
I have acceptance . . . but not satisfaction. Really . . . I just want to be able to focus on my pottery . . . that's all. But as you get older . . . you become afraid of losing things, even if they're worthless.”
― Inio Asano, Goodnight Punpun Omnibus, Vol. 2
The Journey To The East by Hermann Hesse
4.0
3.7
My third hesse Novel, I am officially a fan!
“He who travels far will often see things Far removed from what he believed was Truth. When he talks about it in the fields at home, He is often accused of lying, For the obdurate people will not believe What they do not see and distinctly feel. Inexperience, I believe, Will give little credence to my song.”
― Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East: A Novel
“I had experienced similar hours in the past. During such periods of despair it seemed to me as if I, a lost pilgrim, had reached the extreme edge of the world, and there was nothing left for me to do but to satisfy my last desire: to let myself fall from the edge of the world into the void—to death. In the course of time this despair returned many times; the compelling suicidal impulse, however, had been diverted and had almost vanished. Death was no longer nothingness, a void, negation. It had also become many other things to me. I now accepted the hours of despair as one accepts acute physical pain; one endures it, complainingly or defiantly; one feels it swell and increase, and sometimes there is a raging or mocking curiosity as to how much further it can go, to what extent the pain can still increase.”
― Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East
My third hesse Novel, I am officially a fan!
“He who travels far will often see things Far removed from what he believed was Truth. When he talks about it in the fields at home, He is often accused of lying, For the obdurate people will not believe What they do not see and distinctly feel. Inexperience, I believe, Will give little credence to my song.”
― Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East: A Novel
“I had experienced similar hours in the past. During such periods of despair it seemed to me as if I, a lost pilgrim, had reached the extreme edge of the world, and there was nothing left for me to do but to satisfy my last desire: to let myself fall from the edge of the world into the void—to death. In the course of time this despair returned many times; the compelling suicidal impulse, however, had been diverted and had almost vanished. Death was no longer nothingness, a void, negation. It had also become many other things to me. I now accepted the hours of despair as one accepts acute physical pain; one endures it, complainingly or defiantly; one feels it swell and increase, and sometimes there is a raging or mocking curiosity as to how much further it can go, to what extent the pain can still increase.”
― Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East
Goodnight Punpun, Vol. 3 by Inio Asano
4.0
Finished a few days ago. My anxious little heart can't take this!
“I'm not a philosopher . . . but I think what a sinner really needs isn't punishment. It's to understand the pain of being forgiven.”
― Inio Asano, Goodnight Punpun Omnibus, Vol. 3
“I'm not a philosopher . . . but I think what a sinner really needs isn't punishment. It's to understand the pain of being forgiven.”
― Inio Asano, Goodnight Punpun Omnibus, Vol. 3
Soft Science by Franny Choi
4.0
Can't wait to absorbed this in another read with the physical copy I plan on purchasing!
“we put our mouths on the least lovable, the too-full, the easy-bruised . . . and canned that hunger, and spooned it into our mouths on the coldest days.”
“we put our mouths on the least lovable, the too-full, the easy-bruised . . . and canned that hunger, and spooned it into our mouths on the coldest days.”
Cursed Bread by Sophie Mackintosh
4.0
An erotic fever dream of obsession, trauma, and betrayal
.You can witness the unthinkable, you can have the unthinkable done to you, and at some indeterminate point in the future you can still be happy, even if just for a fixed moment, a little ball of satisfaction in the chest— isn’t that incredible? Even blood washes out, or you can fill your mouth with things that hide the taste of it.
― Sophie Mackintosh, Cursed Bread
“I wondered sometimes if I would ever have a normal appetite again, or if the knowledge of hunger, and how flimsy the things that kept us from hunger were, would always be there underneath.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, Cursed Bread
.You can witness the unthinkable, you can have the unthinkable done to you, and at some indeterminate point in the future you can still be happy, even if just for a fixed moment, a little ball of satisfaction in the chest— isn’t that incredible? Even blood washes out, or you can fill your mouth with things that hide the taste of it.
― Sophie Mackintosh, Cursed Bread
“I wondered sometimes if I would ever have a normal appetite again, or if the knowledge of hunger, and how flimsy the things that kept us from hunger were, would always be there underneath.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, Cursed Bread
This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno
3.0
3.9
I almost gave up on this one, not gonna lie. No strong feelings; however there is some great writing sprinkled throughout.
“What they say: call me.
What they mean: it's your responsibility to let me know when I have to care.”
― Gus Moreno, This Thing Between Us
I almost gave up on this one, not gonna lie. No strong feelings; however there is some great writing sprinkled throughout.
“What they say: call me.
What they mean: it's your responsibility to let me know when I have to care.”
― Gus Moreno, This Thing Between Us