#self portraits
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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Her Kind
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.”
― Anne Sexton, To Bedlam and Part Way Back
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I’m looking for self-portrait photographers. It occurred to me today that at one point, most of the people I knew online were self-portrait artists - it’s how we all met. Faye Daniels, Jack Scoresby, Molly Broxton, Jacs Fishburne, J.R. Blackwell, so many of my favourite people I met because we had all turned the camera on ourselves. But now I feel like I’m not really finding many new people doing it? Maybe I’m looking in the wrong places?
If you follow any self-portrait artists on Tumblr can you let me know who they are?
“Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.”
― Anne Sexton
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“I would know of myself through the witnessing and naming of others. As Jesus in the Gospels is only seen and spoken of and recorded by others. I would know my existence and the value of that existence through others’ eyes, which I believed I could trust as I could not trust my own.”
―Joyce Carol Oates,Blonde
“As if whoever it was held that camera was her closest friend. Or maybe it was the camera that was her closest friend.”
―Joyce Carol Oates,Blonde
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