Katherine Bodner
@katesthoughts
Katherine Bodner
Laura, Munch’s sister had difficulties with depression etc and was considered incurable. Made me think of how women used to be treated/not taken seriously… hysteria etc
Falling rain patterns the windows (Sally Rooney)
Then, also, “rain smearing the glass”
munch - the vampire - on power dynamics and the threat of a strong woman (name didn’t originally come from munch, who saw it as a love scene, or one of consolation (see other picture by munch, with a man consoling a woman
“Her bitten nails, reminding Margaret of Ivan. Reminded again now listening. On the phone with him last night, she mentioned the recital, and he told her that Bach was his favour-ite composer, that he would be sorry to miss the show. It gave her a tender feeling, this remark, suggestion of another reality.
That he might, under different circumstance
... See moreIn this spirit, she now considered her own tendency to believe what she most needed to be true. Yes, perhaps Bogle needed to believe, could not afford disbelief. And if that were true of him, it was surely also the case for Henry, and for Mr Onslo and Mr Baigent, not to mention all those optimistic people clutchin their 'Tichborne Bonds' ... Good m
... See more„In the kitchen, she unfolds the clotheshorse and hangs up their damp swimwear while he puts on the kettle. Her impression of the day they have spent together seems dimly to envelop her, succession of images, slender black dog racing across a green garden, taste of sea salt on her lips, glittering warmth of the hotel dining room. Idea of God as an
... See moreTo resist the climate crisis, we must resist the billionaire class | Peter Kalmus
Peter Kalmustheguardian.com
We need to make resistance a party.
Let’s have conspiracy potlucks. Let’s remember how to listen, and to figure things out together. Let’s join and nurture networks of communities based on trust and mutual aid, where we have each others’ backs and take care of each other in a material way.
“She has been contained before, contained and directed, by the trappings of ordinary life. Now she no longer feels contained or directed by these forces, no longer directed by anything at all. Life has slipped free of its netting.” - Intermezzo by Sally Rooney (p 56)
The fact is, we exist. We’re here, we’re alive, and as long as that’s the case, the future can still be worse or better depending on our actions. Every minute we continue to breathe, to get up, to raise our kids, we are choosing hope—hope that it’s better to keep existing than to not, to keep breathing than to not, to keep getting up than to not.