Alphonse Osbert (1857 - 1939)
Lamentations
Crayon et fusain

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Alphonse Osbert (1857 - 1939)
Lamentations
Crayon et fusain
'The Eternal Song'. Alphonse Osbert. 1857-1939.
Chant du Matin (Morning Song) by Alphonse Osbert (1934)
Alphonse Osbert, The Solitude of Christ, 1897
Soir antique by Alphonse Osbert (1908)
Alphonse Osbert, Reverie in the Night, 1895. Oil on panel
Vision of Saint Genevieve
Alphonse Osbert
oil on canvas, 1892
The Mystery of the Night Alphonse Osbert (French; 1857–1939) 1897 Collection Lucile Audouy, © Thomas Hennocque
On view: Into the Dreams: Symbolism, Ordrupgaard, Charlottenlund, Denmark (February 5–June 15, 2025)
Alphonse Osbert - Chant matinal. 1900 38,5 x 55,5 cm, Private collection
Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, from "Lamps" (trans. Sarah Maguire & Sabry Hafez), My Voice: A Decade of Poems from the Poetry Translation Centre (ed. Sarah Maguire) [ID'd]
the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.
something i have always found really weird is when english texts italicize words from other languages.
i remember reading a book as a kid and the author continually italicizing the word tamales
for my 3,5 followers who like step by step works
images of foxes with things in their mouths...
“Gods have plucked drawstrings from your head, And from the templates of your upper lip Modelled their bows. Not now. Not since Your grieving reaches out and pistol-whips That envied face, until Frightened to bear your black, backbreaking agony alone, You sank, throat back, thrown back, your voice Thrown out across the sea to reach your Source.”
— [Down on your knees, Achilles] by Christopher Logue from War Music
Christopher Logue, War Music
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