psychopompeii

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; “The Angel in the Forest,”

[magictransistor]

Jacques-Fabian Gautier D'Agoty. Anatomical Figures. 1764.

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

Dice glass with diamond engraving. Instead of having a normal base, this glass is mounted on a silver sphere with a die. It was used in a drinking game, where the glass had to be emptied as often as the die indicated. The Netherlands, anonymous, c. 1580 - c. 1590 [4935 x 6610]

Source: https://reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/e21t2a/dice_glass_with_diamond_engraving_instead_of/

[psychopompeii]

Pushing the cover and pulling the rest

The eyes of the seer go rolling back

As I enter the room and the hands hold me back

I let them do it and come right back

Cause I need to taste what I’m kneeling for

“Back Shredder”, True Widow

[psychopompeii]

Started out a failure

Hurried through the night

Repossessed the one that I lost

Forty hours of waiting

Found the way to get in

Waiting on the settling of the dust

The charade is on now

Promises to hold out

“Sante”, True Widow

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

The Ryemarksgård Bone (9.000-7.800 BC, Early Maglemosian, Denmark) is the oldest depiction of people known from Denmark. Made from the metatarsal of an Aurochs, it depicts five people, perhaps wearing skin clothes [3936x1840]

Source: https://reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/ctcnj6/the_ryemarksgård_bone_90007800_bc_early/

[psychopompeii]

Broken, blacked-out traffic lights on Euclid Ave. in impoverished East Cleveland.

[psychopompeii]

We struggle for the joy That life is haunted by Its memories - its meaninglessness Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved A thought, for a lifetime A thought, for a night time But what ends when the symbols shatter? And who knows what happens to hearts?

Death In June

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

[psychopompeii]

Pocasset Cemetery, Providence, RI

[psychopompeii]

Watching my dissolution, rejuvenation from a lucid cell within: that eternal intelligence. Remaining the same; my secret, never yours.

Alice Notley, from "When You Arrived"

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Everything is here to harrass you with its vicious beauty,”

— Alice Notley, from Eurynome’s Sandals: Poems; “Previously,” c. April 2019

[historyarchaeologyartefacts]

Wooden female and male anatomical figures, European, c. 1600-1700. [2882x3890]

+++THE BULLISH CASE FOR BITCOIN+++

[borjen]

O to blot out this garden to forget, to find a new beauty in some terrible wind-tortured place.

H. D., Sheltered Garden (via borjen)

[the-other-voice]

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

Marguerite Duras, Emily L. (via the-other-voice)

[terrababayeva]

L’amant (1992)

“I know it’s not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don’t know where. I only know it isn’t where women think.”

Marguerite Duras, The Lover.

[appleciders]

“Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)”

H.D. (via buffcleric)