The Ianez Compendium

7th Jan 2012 | Nº 145

Love. Love. Love..

(Source: musadinessuno, via mfs)

11th Dec 2011 | Nº 7578

(Source: fuckyeahtattoos, via intricateframework)

“Now the sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… Someone might possibly have escaped their singing, but from their silence- never.”

—Franz Kafka, Parables

“[Fiction is] a process of producing grand, beautiful, well-ordered lies that tell more truth than any assemblage of facts.”

—Julian Barnes (via theparisreview)

16th May 2011 | Nº 328

red-mess:

every single time.

some obsessions..

(via red-mess-deactivated20111219)

14th May 2011 | Nº 54

red-mess:

sexisbeautiful:(via 500px / Photo “Untitled” by Анастасия Хлыстова)

couch piece.

(via red-mess-deactivated20111219)

13th May 2011 | Nº 19

ruin-me:

collaboration with burmesejorjiapits

the reality of the matter is
a mere fitting of sounds, a
favor made in doses of blood
dripped upon the ground.
just one drop of this mud
takes a moment to digest,
when words of your ruin
find mine second best.

words are words
and some are not better
than one’s
maybe we should all be mud
to another’s eyes
or shall we all be the sun
blinding, illuminating the skies
all of this poetry and prose
is a transparent screen
to the lives and hearts of those
who cannot help but to write

we do fit the mold. ;)

“What I admire in others and in myself: producing great works and living life to its fullest in spite of being vividly aware of always standing over the gaping maw of Nihilism….. To look Nihilism straight in its face and laugh hard, because one has gotten beyond it, because one possesses the strength to get far, far beyond it…..To play the game of life on one’s own terms, as creator, as divinity realized.”

—Shawn Mikula

12th May 2011 | Nº 46

fictionz:

Do you know the sound of trust?

This sound.

Besides leaving life in a Paris suburb for a vagabond world of artists, Anaïs Nin was entranced by Henry Miller’s wife, June. June was the fiery, beautiful, self-defined woman that Nin wanted fervently to be like at this time. This relationship is described in Volume I of the Diary. Nin’s fascination with the personality of June leads her to explore this woman’s nature artistically in the character of Sabina in House of Incest. Nin began writing drafts for House of Incest at this time. Into it, Nin put her ideas distilled from contemplating her life in her journals. She observed that because she lived life so intensely, she found herself in an abyss, a void, in which she must write books to get out. She would be urged to create her own questions, her own world, her own characters-her own fulfillment. Because she could not bear the void, she would create a vast edifice.