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First Unitarian Church (1959-60) in Westport, USA, by Victor Lundy

Стоунхендж (Stonehenge) - это древний памятник, посмотреть на который приезжают миллионы туристов каждый год. На самом деле, этот объект имеет много секретов, и один из них заключается в том, что стоящие камни, которые мы видим сегодня, были установлены менее, чем...

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A MOOD - Vivienne Westwood Fall 2018

Poetry book II by Katya Zorina

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This part of a 12th-century Swedish tapestry has been interpreted to show, from left to right, the one-eyed Odin, the hammer-wielding Thor and Freyrholding up wheat. Terje Leiren believes this grouping corresponds closely to the trifunctional division.

Legend of the death of Oleg the Prophet In the Primary Chronicle, Oleg is known as the Prophet (вещий), an epithet alluding to the sacred meaning of his Norse name ("priest"). According to the legend, romanticised by Alexander Pushkin in his ballad "The Song of the Wise Oleg,"[5] it was prophesied by the pagan priests (volkhvs) that Oleg would take death from his stallion.

To defy the prophecies, Oleg sent the horse away. Many years later he asked where his horse was, and was told it had died. He asked to see the remains and was taken to the place where the bones lay. When he touched the horse's skull with his boot a snake slithered from the skull and bit him. Oleg died, thus fulfilling the prophecy.

Oleg's death has been interpreted as a distorted variant of the threefold death theme in Indo-European myth and legend, with prophecy, the snake and the horse representing the three functions: the prophecy is associated with sovereignty, the horse with warriors, and the serpent with reproduction.[6]

We must begin to catch hold of everything around us, for nobody knows what we may need. We have to carry along the air, even; and the weight we once thought a burden turns out to form the pulse of our life and the compass for our brain. Colors balance our fears, and existence begins to clog unless our thoughts can occur unwatched and let a fountain of essential silliness out through our dreams. And oh I hope we can still arrange for the wind to blow, and occasionally some kind of shock to occur, like rain, and stray adventures no one cares about -- harmless love, immoderate guffaws on corners, families crawling around the front room growling, being bears in the piano cave.

Toward The Space Age by Mary Oliver

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The deed took all my heart. I did not think of you, Not ’til the thing was done. I put my sword away And then no more the cold And perfect fury ran Along my narrow bones And then no more the black And dripping corridors Hold anywhere the shape That I had come to slay. Then for the first time, I saw in the cave’s belly The dark and clotted webs, The green and sucking pools, The rank and crumbling walls, The maze of passages.

And I thought then Of the far earth, Of the spring sun And the slow wind, And a young girl, And I looked then At the white thread.

Hunting the minotaur I was no common man And had no need of love. I trailed the shining thread Behind me, for a vow, And did not think of you. It lay there, like a sign, Coiled on the bull’s great hoof. And back into the world, Half blind with weariness I touched the thread and wept. O, it was frail as air, And I turned then With the white spool

Through the cold rocks, Through the black rocks. Through the long webs, And the mist fell, And the webs clung. And the rocks tumbled, And the earth shook.

And the thread held. Mary Oliver

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