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The Blue Room. Leonard Campbell Taylor (English, 1874-1969). Oil on canvas.
Taylor was a British painter, mainly of portraits and interiors in a traditional style. Among his patrons was the founding family of Courtaulds and the Courtauld Institute of Art. He was a member of the Royal Academy. Here, he depicts the woman of the house reading and looking at illustrations.
Wanting to publish your poetry? Here’s a list of places you can submit to.
hangingloosepress 32poems (small fee) vinylpoetryandprose 2river 918studiopress backbonepress whiskeytit
This is just a small list to get you started. Most of these do not charge a reading fee, and are small independent presses, which I really like. Feel free to reblog and add to this list.
The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more.
Augusto Cury (via northernmade)
List 10 books that shaped you
Hendrik Willem van Loon - History of Mankind Laszlo Krasznahorkai - Seiobo There Bellow Niccolo Machiavelli - The Prince Wilhelm Worringer - Abstraction and Empathy Wassily Kandinsky - Concerning the Spiritual in Art George Kubler - The Shape of Time Franz Sales Meyer - Das Ornamentik Italo Calvino - The Castle of Crossed Destinies Italo Calvino - Our Ancestors (especially the Baron in the Trees, it’s a trilogy) Italo Calvino - Why read the classics
Searchers - Intro (4): the Why
Something might happen for Some reason, Some utterly mysterious, hidden, mystical reason or out of whim, and Some people believe this, Some never bother with looking at Something else.
Others don't know why certain things happen, the rootcause, the satisfying explanation, the reasons for the way certain things turn out the way they do. And there's a group of people searching for the Why of the world in an articulate manner. Most have an inner explanation, it might even be so entrenched that they don't give any second thoughts about it, and it becomes a default, unconscious inner image about the world.
Gaining consciousness on your personal inner image of the world might explain the Why of your own life and actions, and perhaps it'll influence how you view and explain the image and action of others. You might even believe you can totally know the inner image of others, and you may have an idea about it, but generally, you can only have your own image about the observable side of others and that image is only partial... just like the conscious image about yourself.
The Why is the fruit of your own inner life, projecting an image about the world, because it gives you direction. Unlike a code, it has a deep, personal meaning for your choices and actions. Codes are external creations based on consensus, the direction projected by the Why just needs your own effort and dedication. You can be sure there are external aspects that may influence and develop your inner life in a certain way, but it is your projected direction that shapes you!
The Why generates your inner image, and this inner image can become an unknown deep force when it's not deliberately expressed, or it may become art, philosophy or some other personal articulated creation enjoyed by others. It may sit at the heart of some codes, especially codes of strict rules, but it certainly is a major factor in becoming a searcher of codes, be they codes of precise knowledge or strict rules. The Why is also important when it comes to the consensus of codes. You may choose to obey the codes, or you might have reasons to become lawless, either way - there are good reasons to believe that your inner life and the direction projected by the way you explain the world to yourself will have a noticeable impact.
The Why partly drives our world, the How partly explains the way our world works, and the What gives you insight on a fraction of the parts of this interesting system. Taken together, they're part of the inner image you are about to see!
William Russell Flint (Scottish, 1880-1969)
The Hedonists
Ancient skeletons have been found in catacombs and burial sites all across Europe, encrusted with gold, silver, and jewels, for hundreds of years. Remains have been found in Italy, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, and Rome. Most of the remains were discovered between 1500 and 1700 AD, and the Vatican would often proclaim the skeletons to be the remains of martyrs. Locals believed that the skeletons would bring good luck to their town. [x]
Hellenistic Gold Wreaths
In Ancient Greece, wreath crowns were given as prizes to the victors of athletic and artistic competitions. The wreaths were often made from the branches of Laurel, Myrtle, Oak, and Olive Trees. These trees in Ancient Greece were symbolic of various number of concepts such as wisdom, triumph, fertility, peace, and virtue.
Gold wreaths were meant to imitate their natural counterparts. However, due to their fragiler nature, they were only worn on very special occasions. Many gold wreaths were dedicated as temple offerings and serves as funerary goods for royalty and the wealthy elite. The vast majority of gold wreaths date to the Hellenistic Period, after the conquests of Alexander the Great, although they have been known to have existed since the Classical era. They exemplify the exceptional skill of goldsmiths during the Hellenistic period.
Images: 1) Gold Laurel Wreath from Cyprus, 4th-3rd Century BCE. Reiss-Engelhorn-Museen, Germany.
2) Gold Wreath of Oak Leaves from the Royal Tombs of Aigai. 4th Century BCE. The Louvre.
3) Gold Myrtle Wreath. 4th-3rd Century BCE. The Benaki Museum, Athens.
4) Gold Wreath of Oak Leaves and Flowers from Attica. 2nd-1st Century BCE. Canadian Museum of History, Quebec.
5) Gold Wreath of Oak Leaves and Acorns. 4th Century BCE. Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
6) Gold Myrtle Wreath from Corinth. 4th-3rd Century BCE. Museum of Fine Arts, Houston.
Often worn by fashion conscious men, hat badges were a popular form of jewelry during the medieval and early modern period. In the Middle Ages they allowed men to openly demonstrate their political alliances. During the Renaissance the scenes on each badge reflected something personal to the wearer. Family emblems, patron saints, or stories from antiquity could be depicted. The badge with John the Baptist (bottom right) was owned by a Florentine as John was the patron saint of Florence. The badge was sewn onto the hat using the small loops on the opposite side.
Searchers - Intro (3): The How
Basking in all that pulsating activity and apparent merryment, with all that jazz about games and splitting the world among interesting characters, their specific place, their realities of large or minor following, and now this - a little piece about 'How' they handle their affairs, it all might seem like a beautiful place to be, and it can be. If only you have the power of agency to enter the complicated and interesting Olympic affairs of the world, then the excitement and interaction, the spring of life carries you over to the beauty of the world! Some don't, for Some reason. Others are purely barred at a certain reasonable or absurd point, it really depends on the place, the people, and you.
The characters looking for consensus or a bigger group of followers set the mood of the place, the people can be largely inclined to go for the consensus or not, but as long as the place and the people allow for subjective, artistic, bohemian or critical behaviour, the kind of behaviour for selfexpression, creative image making and autonomous choice, it's a nice place to be.
World images of consensus - precise knowledge and strict rules, can't be overlooked by organized groups as they're utterly necessary for the group's survival, but it's the minor images, the art, the personal space, the ability to choose, the mistery, it is these possible ways of living that make the world bearable.
It all comes together when the conservationtinkers either look to the searchers, or they're searchers themselves - this can also be the case, to generate codes - the general images of the world looking for consensus. There may be competing codes, but once a number of codes are selected, the consensus is established and fatedealers enter the world to uphold the consensus. A concensus, is all about the strict rules and precise knowledge a group will rest on in the world. The seat of power for the concensus lies in the conservatory. Everyone has their place and their opinion for the conservatory, they either dance to its tunes and make it grow, or not. The point is, organized groups have it and without it you can't properly speak of groups - it is the relevant identity carrier for a group.
There is more to life and the world than codes, of course. Precise knowledge can get you only as far as it can hold precission and strict rules apply only to the predetermined cases or to the scope of life the conservationtinkers established and the people agreed to follow. Enter the personal image created by you, a searcher of the misterious image of the inner life others may partly understand and appreciate, or not. It's not looking towards consensus, for it's not a code, it's a direction - your personal way of seeing life and the world. The wonderful thing is everyone develops a personal image, more or less, and maybe they even express it in a myriad of possible ways. It doesn't have to be articulate or famous, it's your personal product and it adds a spark of excitement and agency to life!
Still, I can imagine the absurdity of some conservationtinkers trying, and worst of all succeeding, to transform a personal image into a general one and reach a consensus to be placed in a conservatory. Naturally, fatedealers will appear insisting on perpetuating the general image - an artificial and truncated copy of the personal one of the artist (the personal image searcher) while looking for the unnecessary consensus to be followed by all, or at least by many. Perhaps it 's absurd, but it's not impossible and as long as there's a chance there are ways.
Searchers - Intro (2): The What
Dividing the world, it's a tiresome and at times troublesome affair, hinting at a greater, better, ordered, maybe free abstraction of the whole to be searched for. Searching for it, one may wander asking, rarely or frequently - the important part is asking, is it intelligible, once the 'it' fits the whole greater, better, ordered, free business. It might be that others have their own version of 'it' or that their ways carry them away from you, the searcher. A searcher does not necessarily partake in the world-splitting games among others, though it is tempting, rather the others seek him. Naturally, the searchers approve or not to join in the game - it's up to them and the tempting offering.
Still, What is a searcher looking for? And, equally important, What is a searcher?
The 'it', the greater, shinier, ultra item earlier discussed is, in short, a world in their image. An abstraction, to be sure, but one that's convincing, broadly or narrowly - this time, it sort of matters. If the image displays a broad appeal, others call it objective, if not - it's art. The broad acceptance makes it, apparently, true. There are times when others relate to art as if it's broadly pleasing or it should be objective - this dubious alchemy converting the particular image into a general one is controversial. A general image commands, a particular image hides. The artists' side thrives within mistery and freedom of expression, the generals search for power and servitude in consensus.
The good and the evil of it, the beauty and ugliness, it varies, and they may show inclinations towards any, but the common path is the order they both establish. The generals provide a code, the artists project a direction. Afterwards, the codes and directions are used by the fatedealers and conservationtinkers upon others, while the lawless object, avoid or ignore the two.
What is a searcher? The 'What' is justified (instead of 'Who') for it implies a larger pool of possibilities... and this is desirable, because swimming in a barrel is displeasing and potentially dangerous, especially if there is Someone gunning for you. This means that a 'searcher' is not necessarily an individual, but an individual can be a searcher. The searcher is an ideal, a code provider or a direction projector, and individuals can become identified with one.
The above reasoning is appropriate for other ideally constructed ordered 'What' individuals, like fatedealers and conservationtinkers. Conservationtinkers make and choose the order, while fatedealers keep it.
The lawless are a different story, for they reject codes and directions and true to their chaotic nature, no one is necessarily a lawless all the time - while everyone can, presumably, spontaneously reject, and may prefer to accept another code or direction, or nothing, while waiting for or undertaking other searches or going Somewhere for Something. The lawless wish for changes and alternatives, basically, and where there's ample room for them to be, THAT'S THE PLACE TO BE - like a large swimming pool in summer or a well-stocked knowledge-and-life-base for the avid searcher!
Searchers - Intro (1): The World Divided
Motto: Divide et Cognōvisse
Common thought and knowledge of the times entertain the first impulses of the senses about our natural surroundings. Some may split the world we all live in, according to their background and beliefs: chaos and order are the main classes in the minds of fatedealers, conservationtinkers and lawless, among others.
Just like others do with the good, the evil, the beautiful, ugliness, freedom and servitude, these abstractions pile to top each other in a contest of power for the hearts and minds of whoever is paying attention. As for the rest, things flow in an anonymously dynamical causation started long ago by Something. Rest assured, Something is everything for some: you’ll find all the bits you need in Something.
The story goes that Someone Sometime, being tired of competing in the daily games of splitting worlds with others, decided to take a long break and take a large chunk of some people with the same inclinations to Somewhere where Something happened while they all took a break. Of course, breaks imply work, and so, quite naturally, toil was the price some paid to Someone for Something Somewhere.
This case aside, others, few or many we couldn’t say for it didn’t matter, were busy training in their great or small Olympic affairs, while occasionally exchanging their crafted world-splitting recipes: fatedealers also weighed heavily on evil and servitude, while the lawless were concerned about freedom, the good and ugliness. Conservationtinkers were mainly happy with acquiring knowledge on the good, the evil and servitude, had vast connections with all others, and they had contacts with some people toiling for Someone.
What others or some may not realise at this point is the beauty surrounding the present divided world, yet there are people fully able to appraise this notion, be they few or many - it really doesn’t matter, but the really interesting part is the How, the What and the Why of it!
A moment for introduction
Wandering through a sprawling city, A traveler among many, And unfamiliar with the territory, Sets his eye on a quaint, hidden gem. A comfy looking hostel, Begs for him to settle there, Spend some nights, Unwind, Recover, so he might bear, The road ahead. Where am I? Friend, You are at the ‘Open Questions’ Hostel, Enjoy your stay. We have five rooms and all to spare, Upstairs.
Signs
A sudden breeze over the dunes Releases signs into the womb Of untold deserts Cold and distant Like the moon As deserts grow in time For none And all who wonder lost Carve paths like words In sands Or in the city dust