Illustrated by Renato Guttuso (Italian edition, 1966)
HAPPY LATE BARRICADE DAY!!

blake kathryn
d e v o n
Three Goblin Art

No title available
DEAR READER

Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
tumblr dot com
KIROKAZE
i don't do bad sauce passes
No title available

pixel skylines
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith

No title available
taylor price

Origami Around

seen from Austria
seen from Australia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Russia

seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Israel

seen from Poland

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from Türkiye
@salutetsororite
Illustrated by Renato Guttuso (Italian edition, 1966)
HAPPY LATE BARRICADE DAY!!
you should NOT be at the club. you should be in the streets, june 5th, 1832, paris france. you should be building a barricade
Drink With Me
Please comment or repost If you like it TT
loose doodles of doctor Marat and citizen Saint Just
Antoine as a représentant en mission
Boot check! 😜
"Brother's mace, most like... He's strong".
BEWARE THE IDES
cw blood, decapitation
heyyy it's January 21st...happy anniversary to the beheading of Louis XVI 🎉🎉🎉
"there is no true revolutionary spirit without the idealism which alone inspires sacrifice"
- Georges Lefebvre, The Coming of the French Revolution
I present you my humble english translation of one of the two epistles in verse Algarotti wrote to Frederick II. They were originally written in italian, which is my first language. This one probably dates back to around 1747, when Algarotti returned to the Prussian court as Frederick's chamberlain. Some verses were difficult to rend in english, but I tried my best. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do (I'm very normal about the Algarotti/Horace & Frederick/Augustus parallelism, I swear). I could do a more thorough analysis if anyone's interested.
To His Majesty Frederick king of Prussia
Thy lyre and thy hand lend me at once,
fine manners inspire me, oh divine Apollo:
not the imperious gaze of a darkish eye,
nor a lovely dishevelled hair,
but tis thee, present Deity, that I sing.
Thou from the paternal sky descended upon us
under the guise of the gentle youth,
Prussia’s ruler, the world’s delight.
Tis thee I recognize with holy pleasure,
more than the waving hair and the golden crown,
the dignity, the appearance, the new poems.
With thy witty lyre thou deigned
to sing what is man’s benefit and delight.
Hope is born in the bosom of the fiercest evil,
as the fragrant, curative herbs
grow at the top of the wildest mountains.
Because of thee on the strict order
dripped the tender ascrean ambrosia.
Fine arts are like pretty Egle,
whose long-desired flower Tirsi cannot pick,
if not faithful, if not steady.
Surely hard was your first season,
as a flower torn at its bloom, by the cruel cold, the winter
and the dark clouds,
as a flower between the rarities, on a solitary shore,
unknown to the commons, hidden among the mortals,
thou didn’t nearly dare to touch the lyre
which achingly hanged from thy shoulder,
afraid of discovering thyself a god.
But among the Celestials you were welcomed,
the Kings’ oracle, the God of poems;
of the golden chariot Jupiter gave thee the reins,
so that thou could dispel the gloomy
night, only sun to appear, and brighten up the world.
To thy fruitful ray from its dried stem
fine arts’ flower already rises up again,
as by the Tiber’s bank the halcyon days
of Augustus and Leo filled the earth
and the centuries with an eternal scent.
Philosophy soothed her brow and opened her chest
to an unusual pleasure and a renewed hope,
and on Mars’ heinous face still crawled a glimpse of laughter.
Late, oh late,
may the desire of thy birth sky catch thee, oh Deity: be rather
the restitutor orbis as it pleases thee,
merry aster in this gloomy night,
salutary plant in the bosom of our cliffs.
If thou allow us to call thee Augustus,
of Horace grant me the name and the chant.
richardcito
Distribution principale pour le spectacle DANTON ET ROBESPIERRE monté par Robert HOSSEIN en 1979 au Palais des Congrès.
d’après la caméra explore le temps | texte de Alain DECAUX, Stellio LORENZI et Georges SORIA
(answer to the tags :
> bottom left is Desmoulins, bottom right is St Just
> they decided to specifically cast Jean Negroni as Robespierre since he played him younger in la terreur et la vertu in 1964 and was considered The cultural Robespierre. Yeah he was getting old and he was even older when he played him again in 1989 during the Bicentenaire but the writers wouldn’t find anyone more fitting and I guess the public was also attached to him somehow)
So hii it’s me again(^ω^) it’s so boring in school so I decided to post these drawings of SJ from "Saint Just et La Forces des Choses" that I drew like a week ago I think? Hope you like it! ( ◠‿◠ )
i humbly beg thee on my hands knees feet tippy toes finger tips to draw Marie-Jean Hérault de Séchelles
they hated him cause he got play 💔
Talleyrand and Fouché because I'm planning on making a project about them (fanzine, mostly comic but also some small bits of prose) but I don't have the time right now so I'm currently just rotating them in my brain