memnosyne elegia

I have lost my limbs this is my reblogging page original work at myelegia.tumblr.com

[mystic-mother-moon]

“The bones said death was comin’ and the bones never lied.” - Susannah Sandlin / Wild Man’s Curse

[lostlings]

[thunderstruck9]

Andy Denzler (Swiss, b. 1965), Floating Stones, 2010. Oil on canvas, 140 x 120 cm.

[dysterskog-deactivated20160614]

Emlen Etting “Oramunde” (1933)

[discover-life-with-photos]

[em-obssesed]

[thedesertsighs-deactivated20181]

It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Haruki Murakami (via thedesertsighs)

[vivipiuomeno1-deactivated201812]

[eiruvsq]

Artist:

Henrik Aa. Uldalen

“Efflux" 

Oil on Wood

50 cm x 50 cm

2015

[eiruvsq]

Artist:

João Ruas  (aka)  Feral Kid

“East of Eden”

Mixed Media on Paper 

Mounted on Wood

10.625" × 19.625"

2015

Thinkspace Gallery

“September 12, 2015 - October 3, 2015

Aaron Horkey | Esao Andrews | João Ruas

The Gilded Age

Opening Reception with the Artist(s):Saturday, September 12, 20156:00pm - 9:00pm”

http://thinkspacegallery.com/

[magic-of-eternity]

[tail-feathers]

The Mouth of Hell, from the Book of Hours of Catherine of Cleves, c. 1440

[hasutransitoire]

visions on visions in a vision

[artishardgr]

Harald Oskar Sohlberg - Night  c.1905

[yan-wo]

Brutal to give the prisoner a window — a blue sky glimpse — as if an afterlife existed. Brutal for you to parade in a body in the same room where I dream you.

Andrea Cohen, from Poetry magazine (via yan-wo)

[tail-feathers]

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death—the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.

Czesław Miłosz (via veareflejos)

[wordsnquotes]

I hear the wind blow, and I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the wind blow.

Fernando Pessoa  (via wordsnquotes)