#human fragility

[nonefrancesca]

We are all just stars with human names,

borrowed flesh, borrowed time,

trying to remember the shape of the sky

while learning how to breathe on earth.

We burn in silence,

slow and faithful,

loving too much, hoping too hard,

turning longing into light.

Every goodbye consumes us,

every dream costs a little more flame,

and still we keep shining—

not because it’s easy,

but because it’s the only way

we know how to exist.

Some nights we look up

and feel homesick for something

we can’t name,

for a place where loving doesn’t hurt

and light doesn’t have to destroy itself.

Maybe we’re not lost.

Maybe burning is the journey.

Maybe the sky is not a place above us,

but the moment we dare

to feel everything

and still choose to shine.

[galleryofart]

L'Umana Fragilità (Human Fragility)

Artist: Salvator Rosa (Italian, 1615–1673)

Date: First half of 17th century

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: The Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge, United Kingdom

Description

In 1655 a devastating plague swept Naples. Salvator Rosa's son, Rosalvo, his brother, his sister, her husband and five of their children, all died. The transience of human life was a recurring theme in seventeenth-century painting and thought, but for Rosa, in the year he made this painting, the subject had a tragic immediacy. A letter to his friend Ricciardi makes clear the effect this multiple bereavement had upon him: 'This time heaven has struck me in such a way that shows me that all human remedies are useless and the least pain I feel is when I tell you that I weep as I write.'

One can imagine him weeping as he painted L'Umana Fragilità.

Despite its universal, eternal theme – the frailty of human life – this is an intensely personal painting. The tired-looking, strangely passive seated woman is a portrait of Lucrezia, Salvator's mistress and the mother of Rosalvo. The child, his wrist clasped by Death, represents the artist's dead son. The ring of pale roses around the mother's head is probably an allusion to the family name. Salvator's own initials appear at the very bottom of the canvas, on the blade of the knife, a death symbol, the ruthless steel that has severed his family from him.

[fine-arts-gallery]

Human Fragility (c. 1656) by Salvator Rosa.

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Salvator Rosa - Human Fragility, 17th c.

[parati-de-anonima]

Fragilidad Humana

Human Fragility

By Salvator Rosa

[nachandra]

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"Even three aces can lose to blind bets. IndiGo’s fine shows aviation’s fragility—passion colliding with destiny. My book The Spark in the Sky explores why dignity is the ultimate currency."

[erringinlife]

Poetry

always dreaming, for a day less excruciating, just buying time, til something better comes around, not knowing if it'll ever reach, that glimmer, brightens the abyss, for only a short span, til it fades once again, reaching hands high, that for longer than a breadth, ill taste the sweet embrace, of another, holding tightly, not knowing when It'll be, fleeting as I always see

[hypedwritten-blog]

I just finished writing a series on human fragility/relationships and the loss of a very close friendship which really affected me on my tumblr - human-gouges. If you get a chance, would love to get your thoughts on it. Thanks!

I apologize if it took too long for me to respond. I was just busy with school. :)

I can really feel the pain while reading your work. You write very nicely, it's as if you want your readers not only to know what you've been through, but also for them to personally feel it all, the pain and the sorrow. I hope you're much better now! :) remember, you only deserve the best. I can be your friend and if you need anything, feel free to ask. xoxo