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Rothko / On Fear by Ollie Cowley
Sacrifice of Iphigenia, Mark Rothko 1942
Beads. ca. 9th century BCE. Credit line: Purchase, Mrs. Constantine Sidamon-Eristoff Gift, 1961 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/325329
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Ancient graffiti found in the ruins of Pompeii. (CIL IV.9123)
“Nothing can last forever, Once the sun has shone, it returns beneath the sea, The moon, once full, eventually wanes, The violence of the winds often turns into a light breeze.”
“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
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