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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Rediscovering the Dark Splendor of Gustave Doré with Edgar Allan Poe
//Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" illustrated by Gustave Doré
The Raven. The poem tells the story of a nameless narrator as he laments the loss of his lover, Lenore. As the poem’s narrative unfolds, the narrator’s mental health gradually deteriorates as he is repeatedly visited by a talking raven. The magical bird never fails to remind his conversation partner: the relationship between he and Lenore is “Nevermore.”
HORRORS OF LOVE
Not all love blooms with gentle sighs, Some blossom thorns in lovers' eyes. A twisted vine, it wraps too tight, A suffocating, jealous blight.
Sweet whispers turn to bitter screams, Trust withers in a web of schemes. Promises, like shattered glass, Leave hearts to bleed, love come to pass.
The battlefield where shadows creep, Love's monsters wake while angels sleep. A haunting dance, a twisted grace, The horrors bloom in love's embrace.
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams ‐ this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness - and maddest of all : to see life as it is, and not as it should be!"
DON QUIXOTE // Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra
Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)
-Koyasan, Japan
-A night in Paris, the city of love and light
In loving me, you hold a knife against my throat.
In loving you, I tell you exactly where to cut.
//Louver Pyramid
"Hearts are wild creatures that's why our ribs are cages"
Self-portrait as a sphinx, 1800
Ophelia, 1800
After the Storm- SARAH BERNHARDT, 1876
Augsburg Palace, Germany
