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I learn something new every day…
Gail Potocki Gluttony (study)
Gail Potocki, The Seven Deadly Sins, 2016-2017.
Lust (from my art collection)
Death and the Maiden 3 by Elias Aquino
From "The Rubáiyát" by the Persian poet Omar Khayyám. Illustration by René Bull, 1912.
“The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám” is a long lyric poem in quatrains (four-line stanzas) of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Translated by Edward Fitzgerald from a manuscript of Persian verse attributed to Omar Khayyam, a 12th-century Persian mathematician and philosopher, “The Rubaiyat” contains pithy observations on complex subjects such as love, death, and the existence of God and an afterlife. <LibriVox>
John Gilbert (1817–1897), “Hymn to the Night”
illustration from “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”
wood-engraving, engraved by the Brothers Dalziel, 1856 — source
Hymn to the Night
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls!
I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Scene from the dance performance “Totentanz II” (Danse Macabre)
source
She told him to take it all off.. and he did.
Antoine Joseph Wiertz {1806 ~ 1865}
Carmilla & Laura
art by: maena.paillet
Death on a Pale Horse ( 1784, after the drawing of 1775 )
Joseph Haynes (English, 1760-1829) after John Hamilton Mortimer (English, 1740-1779)
The Lovers
Kaja Horvat, 2024
“I Can Fix It”
Artist: Justin Novak 🪡
“I think perfection is ugly. I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.”
— Yohji Yamamoto
Chiara Bautista - Finders Keepers
“There is a tiny minority of fundamentalists who are trying to impose a very limited vision of life. As they are very noisy, they seem to be numerous and powerful. …They are not”
– Apollonia Saintclair
At the centre of the poem is another poem,
at the centre of the centre there is an absence,
at the centre of the absence is my shadow.
~•Alejandra Pizarnik•~
#Alejandra Pizarnik #poetry #photo Andreï Tarkovsky
Albert Hasselwander (1877–1954)
“Ein Anatomischer Totentanz.” München: J.F. Bergmann, 1926
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Robert Mapplethorpe ~ Vincent, 1981