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Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via wordsnquotes)
MEDEA : Anger, the spring of all life’s horror, masters my resolve.
Euripides, Medea (tr. by Philip Vellacott)
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…how do you suddenly lose the habit of yourself? of day follows night? of the snows of yesteryear? of rosy apples? of the yearning for love, which is never enough?
Wisława Szymborska, from “Moment of Silence,” trans. Clare Cavanagh, in Map: Collected and Last Poems (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)
Dolce & Gabbana Fall-Winter 2015
October Recommendation: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.Â
A group of gentlemen enjoying an impromptu snowball fight in the serene and stately setting of Trafalgar Square, London, in 1931.
The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.
Angela Carter, The Tiger’s Bride (The Bloody Chamber)
I don’t know about anyone else, but I am a sucker for music box versions of songs - and this gorgeous take on Swan Lake is no exception.
The Inn at Cos Cob (1914), Lowell Birge Harrison / Baby, We’ll Be Fine (2005), The National
A few heraldic mottoes
The Phoenix Edition (phoenīx f)
Ardet ut vivat (”[S]he burns that [s]he may live”)
Cave tangas (”Be careful lest you touch“)
Et morte vitam protulit (”And yet by death did life procure”)
Ex morte, immortalitas (”Out of death, immortality”)
Morior et nascor (”I die and am born”)
Nam perit, ut vivat: se tamen ipsa creat (”For she dies, to live: she creates herself.”)
Ne pereat (”That it should not perish”)
Non est similis illi (”There is none like her”)
O mors, ero mors tua (”O death, I shall be thy death”)
Perit, ut aeternum vivat (”She perishes so that she may live eternally”)
Post funera foenus (”An interest after death” = “dying is my gain”)
Semper eadem (”Always the same”)
Sola phoenix omnis mundi (”The sole phoenix of the whole world”)
Unica semper avis (”Always a solitary bird”)
Unica revivisco (”I alone come back to life”)
Uror, morior, orior (”I am burnt, I die, I arise”)
Vita mihi mors est; morior si coepero nasci (”My death is life; I die whene'er my birth begins.“)
This is the hauntingly beautiful Shelley Memorial at Oxford. Commissioned to “depict” how his drowned body looked washed ashore. I hope to view this in person one day. Photo source: http://hcshakespeare.blogspot.com/
historian olympics
inaccuracy rant (singles): each competitor is presented with a wildly inaccurate portrayal of their area of history. whoever goes on the longest, most seething rage-filled rant wins. inarticulate screaming and wailing are only permitted in 5-second intervals
inaccuracy rant (doubles): similar to the singles version, except that two historians rant together and must augment each other’s rage back and forth for as long as they can
historical weeping: each competitor goes into a fit of tears at the thought of the lives that have been lost, the artifacts we will never have, and the struggles of people who lived so long before us but were so much like us. whoever is last to regain their composure wins
endurance consulting: each competitor is assigned a team working on a historical movie for which they are to be the historical consultant. whoever manages to keep their cool the longest and not quit in a fit of historian rage wins
research race: competitors race against each other on foot to see who can reach a book that is in high demand but has low supply in the library. whoever gets to the book and checks it out first wins
historian catwalk: competitors walk down a catwalk and are judged on how well they pull off the historian vibe, based on factors such as amount of books carried, level of distant, wistful historian gaze, and tweed ratio. whoever looks and acts the most like a historian in a mediocre movie wins
titans, olympians, nymphs, and monsters; women of the sea in greek mythology
“Have you seen the eye of Sthenno which turns all to stone, or the bellowing invincible throat of Euryale herself? Have you seen the tresses of viperhair Medusa, and have the open mouths of her tangled serpents run round you?”
Emerging from an Abyss, and re-entering it—that is Life, is it not, Dear?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert Dickinson (via aegeane)
Linderhof Palace. Ettal. Germany