[paiawon]

villa of livia's garden room fresco, from palazzo massimo

known as ad gallinas albas (of the white hen) because of pliny the elder's tale in his naturalis historia, recounting the myth of livia, newly bethroted to octavian augustus, having a white hen holding a laurel branch in its beak dropped into her lap by an eagle, interpreted as an omen of good fortune.

full view on tiktok

[volumina-vetustiora]

what the fuck

saxo cere comminuit brum

what the actual fuck

[volumina-vetustiora]

@nekrotikon

the word for brain here is cerebrum, and it's been literally split in two

I've seen wordplay like this before in Latin, but with compound words that are clearly made up of separate parts

but "cere" is not a word and neither is "brum"

you could translate it something like

"he split his br apart ain with a rock"

and it's only slightly less unreadable than that due to freer word order

needless to say something I'd expect more from a modern experimental poem than an ancient epic

[monica-t-bordignon]

"To give a body and a perfect form to one’s thought, this – and only this – is to be an artist."

Jacques-Louis David

[vengefullamb]

[noctilucentis]

from the series “Mornings on the Seine”, by Claude Monet

[ouroborosmotifs]

the travelling man (alternatively, on being the one who leaves)

franz kafka “the diaries of franz kafka” // henry miller “a literate passion: letters of anaïs nin and henry miller” // loverboy “turn me loose” // @heavensghost // alejandra pizarnik “extracting the stone of madness” trans. yvette siegert // andrés cerpa “the vault” // mikko harvey “for m” // led zeppelin “baby i’m gonna leave you” // margarita karapanou “rien ne va plus” // clarice lispector “the departure of the train” trans. katarina dodson // bell hooks “the will to change”

[ouroborosmotifs]

p.s.

audrey niffenegger “the time traveller’s wife” // hanif abdurraqib “when we were 13, jeff’s father left the needle down on a journey record before leaving the house one morning and never coming back” // olaf breuning // henri michaux “darkness moves: an henri michaux anthology” trans. david ball // jeanette winterson “weight, the myth of atlas and heracles” // jack gilbert “going there” // carrie ryan “the dark and hollow places” // leigh bardugo “crooked kingdom”

[depressivexrealism]

"a szerelem szélesebb a tengernél, árvább vagyok a lehulló levélnél"

[noragaribotti]

ROMA-Fresco depicting natural scenes of birds, flowers, and plants in the 2nd style, from the House of Livia.

[hungarian-painters]

Fényes Adolf - Szolnoki tanya

35,5 x 45,5 cm

Olaj, vászon

[rumade]

Patchwork quilt floor!

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

You just know that some sweet little old Nana who has been making quilts for the last 50 years has seen this photo and gone “challenge accepted” and make a blanket with that pattern

[mysweetoddbird]

Ok, I’ve decided I can’t leave well enough alone, but these pictures really do not do this mosaic justice. It is 9,000 square feet, and is basically patchwork spanning over 15 centuries. Here are some other pictures of the Antakya mosaic:

Also, it is not one of the largest mosaics; it is the single largest intact ancient mosaic in the world.

[thinkingimages]

Antique French locket given new life and inscribed with the quote “Omnia Vincit Amor” - “Love Conquers All”

From @sacredmoonadornments 

[depressivexrealism]

Aquincum, Budapest

[depressivexrealism]

καλλίσφυρος szép bokájú

[depressivexrealism]

Εὐρίπιδης: Ὀρέστης

[roratecaeli]

O all ye that pass by the way, attend, and see if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow.

Lamentations 1:12

Pieta by Michelangelo (1498-1499)

[lauramakabresku]

Stabat Mater Dolorosa

[zzzze]

When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: The people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous, and surly. They are like this because they can’t tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own-not of the same blood or birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me. — a passage from Meditations - Marcus Aurelius