la tour d'ivoire

надо вырвать радость у грядущих дней

[talonabraxas]

“I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars.” -Jorge Luis Borges

Labirint Dukhovnuiy — the “Spiritual Labyrinth.” Russian Icon, 18th century

[victusinveritas]

[la--tour-de-marbre]

I've waited a hundred years for this post

[la--tour-de-marbre]

internet is my temple

[1five1two]

'Cooking'. Jeremy Miranda. 2024.

[cultof-aphrodite]

Joy Harjo “Perhaps the World Ends Here”

[ololygas]

Transformation, Adam Zagajewski trans. Clare Cavanagh

[hotyka]

“Сховище” (2022), Катерина Косьяненко

“Shelter” (2022), Kateryna Kosyanenko

[fleursdesmorts]

"Goya," Ira Sadoff

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

A nuclear power plant built in a beautiful wheat field near a chapel. (Czech Republic) ☢️

[darkestcinema]

baroque in the 21st century

[infected]

Cherubs by Raphael (Italian, 1483–1520), oil on canvas, 1512 -1513

[catilinas]

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things

[redlipstickresurrected]

Julia Soboleva (Latvian, b. Latvia, based Manchester, England) - Thin Red Thread, 2022, dedicated to the people of Ukraine, Altered Images

[la--tour-de-marbre]

You told me I love you with your eyes The soul passed its hard exam, Like the soft sound of belling mountain stream That which is not said unsaid will remain.

Life passed, that train platform passed The station's speaker bellowed silences So many words written by the pen That which is not said unsaid will remain.

Nights turn to dawn days become dusk Fate more than once trembled the scales Words entered me like the sun. That which is not said unsaid will remain.

*

Let it be light. The touch of a feather. Let it be forever. Radiant memory. This pale world is birch bark, Whitened in these dark days from elsewhere.

Today it began to snow Today autumn was brimming with smoke. Let it be bitter. The memories of you. Let it be light, memory wonderful.

Don't let the phone rouse your sorrow, Your sadness move with the leaves. Let it be light. This is only a dream Barely brushing memory with its lips.

By Lina Kostenko

Translated by Stephen Komarnyckyj

[onetwofeb]

Czesław Miłosz, "This World"

Translated from the Polish by Czesław Miłosz & Robert Hass.

[solarpunk-aesthetic]

Dark Academia is nice, but consider: 

Bright Academia ☀️

[placesandpalaces]

Wieliczka salt mine, Poland

In southern Poland, Lake Wessel lies inky and unmoving in the deep. Filling the bottom of an old salt mine, it’s just one component of the UNESCO World Heritage Site which has been a functioning mine since the 13th century. Featuring supreme carpentry, centuries-old brickwork and ornate salt-crystal chandeliers in cavernous dining rooms, this fantastical setting is a favorite for the Polish film industry. The mine’s attractions include dozens of statues and four chapels carved out of the rock salt by the miners. The older sculptures have been supplemented with new carvings made by contemporary artists. About 1.2 million people visit the Wieliczka Salt Mine annually. 

(Source, source)