EXODROMOS

8w9 sp/sx // 852 'No devilish torture is lacking in this dreadful pandemonium of sickness...'

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“Every act of communication is an act of translation.”

— Gregory Rabassa (via larmoyante)

[mydarkenedeyes]

Minna Sjöholm

[twirld]

The Fallen Angels Entering Pandemonium, from ‘Paradise Lost’, Book 1 - Formerly attributed to John Martin 

[sesiondemadrugada]

Phil Hale.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

The Apocalypse (1903) - Albert Goodwin

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The Blind Eye (Detail) - Santiago Caruso

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MARTIN, John (1789-1854)

Great Day of His Wrath (detail, inv.) between 1851 and 1853 Oil on canvas, 197 x 303 cm Tate Britain Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.

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DORÉ, Gustave (1832-1883)

Angels vs Demons Edd. Origg. x x

[landscapemode]

Imants Tillers (Australia, 1950 - ) Kangaroo Blank, 1988 oilstick, gouache, synthetic polymer paint 78 canvas boards, nos. 16231 - 16308 installation 213.0 (h) x 195.0 (w) cm

[drakontomalloi]

Denis Forkas Kostromitin - Study for Andromeda I. 2013

[oldpaintings]

The Conflict Between Satan and Death, 1832 by John Martin (English, 1789–1854)

[astranemus]

“The best and worst of me are swathed in silence.”

— Navin E. (silence continues to reside here)

[yo-mismo-me-rio-de-mi]

“Nature is awakening and becomes drunk again with sunlight.”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from The Orphans’ New Year’s Gift. (via xshayarsha)

[gacougnol]

Toshiko Okanoue From “A Long Journey” book

[infinitumhero]

“Desire can make anything into a god.”

— Mark Doty, from ”The Death of Antinoüs” (via elucipher)

[yo-mismo-me-rio-de-mi]

“But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.”

— “The Ballad of the Sad Café,” Carson McCullers, in The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories (via existential-celestial)

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Matina Galati, 2015

Land in flux

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