Montair

@montair

Hello! Most likely, this cyberscrapbook is bound to be unreasonable. Some of the images are culled from the Internet, others are from my own archive. The same goes with texts. If something belongs to you or you prefer to not have it included here, I’ll remove it. No copyright infringement intended. Indirectly or metaphorically, the text always relates to the image placed below (or to the right in archive view—https://montair.tumblr.com/archive). My aim is to create a conversation between image and text. Recurring tags include poetry, lyrics, philosophy, queer, male nudes in art, and the occasional oddity. He/Him/Dad/Daddy/Anything Respectful. Welcome and thanks to all who follow & like.

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Here are answers to a few questions I get. I’ll pin this, and update it as and when I get more questions to answer. If there’s anything else you want to know, send a message, and I’ll update it here. Name: jp | From: Chicago, Ill. | Live: London, England.

* Why are the texts not underneath the images? Because I prefer to have a break between the two so as to avoid illustrating the text or explaining the image. The break is about focusing on the dash in « picture/poem » the hyphen in « image-text » or the comma in « discourse, figure ».

* What’s the point? To bring image and text in dialogue knowing that the image, especially the titillating or erotically charged one, always win.

* Why bother with the poetry? True, it appears to bring few “likes,” but faced with the speed at which scrolling through a feed takes place, why always succumb to the lure of the image?

* How did you end up being you? err...

* What motivates you? Like many, no doubt, I’m looking for « tornadoes of desire and exquisite calms » as Anaïs Nin says in Ladders to Fire, 1946.

* Update: 4 Nov. 2022: Unfortunately, for lack of time, this blog will only occasionally be updated. Thanks for all the likes and follows. Much appreciated. Good luck to you.

There's a guy in the place who's got a bittersweet face

And he goes by the name of Ebeneezer Goode

His friends call him 'Ezeer and he is the main geezer

And he'll vibe up the place like no other man could

He's refined, sublime, he makes you feel fine

Though very much maligned and misunderstood

But if you know 'Ezeer he's a real crowd pleaser

He's ever so good, he's Ebeneezer Goode

…

'Eezer Goode 'Eezer Goode He's Ebeneezer Goode

The Shamen, from Ebeneezer Goode, 1992

#the shamen #lyrics

Erwin Olaf, Chessmen XXIV, 1988 - E. Houk Gallery, NY

#erwin olaf

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Dylan Thomas, from Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, 1947

#dylan thomas

Théodore Géricault, Study of a Man, c. 1804

#theodore gericault

I love the gesture of your open hands

Expounding things: the blinding streak of fire

That lights the voice of your imagination.

I love your laugh and all is cadences,

The tempests of your speech, the flaming words

Of wisdom, all the agile nimble thoughts

That seethe and simmer in your smiling brain;

The oratory of truths you have declaimed,

The conquest of the difficult and dark

Obstructions laid by life along your way,

Nancy Cunard, from Praise, 1921

#Nancy Cunard

Paul Baudry, Figure of Apollo, c.1850

#Paul Baudry

Maybe it was my old friend Fascination

who first let me know that Danger

was right across the hall, or maybe

it was the unrealized absence of pollen, or,

was it the nearness, Danger, of your hair’s

blatant softness, just towelled.

Or, I wanted to stop thinking — and, I wanted to ask,

Do you think God understands

attraction? Surely, right?

Tarfia Faizullah, from That One Time I Stayed Up All Night Making Excuses to Talk to Danger, 2018

#tarfia faizullah

Rudolf Bonnet, Naked Figure, 1949

#Rudolf Bonnet

I found it was better,

if I could not be no one,

to be someone. Small, but

particular. Specified, which was

an apprenticeship for special.

Cold, another word for cool.

Jameson Fitzpatrick, from Scintilla, Star, 2018

#jameson fitzpatrick

Gustav Klimt, Seated Young Man, 1878

#gustav klimt

I shall now mount the prow of a garlanded ship, in order to celebrate your valour. Indeed, the courage of youth aids in frightful war, from which I say, you find boundless glory, doing battle both with horsemen and on foot. Your counsels, wise beyond your years, allow me to laud you fearlessly and on every account. Farewell! This strain is sent, like Phoenician wares, over the hoary sea. And as for Castor's melody, upon Aeolian seas, look earnestly upon it, and the grace of the seven-stringed lyre, when you come upon it. Become who you are - who you've learned to be.

Pindar, Pythian Ode #2, verses 62-71, c.420BC

#pindar #greek poetry