February 2013
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i don’t really update this blog anymore, as you can see, but i’ve made a new personal blog that you may want to follow - if you like
http://byzantinism.tumblr.com/
January 2013
4 posts
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And yet Rodin does belong to us, not by virtue of his light-trap modeling, but because in him, for the first time, we see firm flesh resolve itself into a symbol of perpetual flux. Rodin’s anatomy is not the fixed law of each human body but the fugitive configuration of a moment. […] And the strength of the Rodinesque forms does not lie in the suggestion of bone, muscle and sinew. It resides in...
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October 2012
3 posts
gospodispasi:
ты больше не пишешь стихи, ты не фотографируешь меня. это же так романтично, - нет. у тебя за ухом сигарета, ты достаешь ее - подкуриваешь. затягиваешься не спеша, будто дым - твой воздух. ты думаешь, что я милая. иногда ты позволяешь себе поцеловать меня
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September 2012
2 posts
For a summer of drug abuse on the island of Capri, she packed a wardrobe of black Morticia gowns, dyed her hair green, and paraded through the village streets with a crystal ball, followed by a retainer in gold body paint. — Scot D. Ryersson, The Marchesa Casati: Portraits of a Muse.
August 2012
11 posts
In the Vénérande Mansion, in the left wing, whose shutters are always closed, there is a walled chamber. That room is as blue as a cloudless sky, and on the bed shaped like a shell, an Eros of marble watches over a wax figure covered with transparent rubber. The red hair, the fair eyelashes, the gold hair of the chest are natural; the teeth that are in the mouth, and the nails on the hands and...
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И самому невинному человеку случается раз-другой в жизни вступать в конфликт с такими прекрасными добродетелями, как почтительность и благодарность. Каждому суждено сделать когда-то шаг, отделяющий его от его отца, от его учителей, каждому суждено как-то почувствовать суровость одиночества, хотя большинство людей не выносит ее и вскоре снова прячется за чью-то спину.
July 2012
2 posts
I love your dear eyes, my friend, With their play so bright and wondrous, When you promptly rise them, and, Like with a lightning in the wildness, Embrace at once the whole land.
But there’s more fabulous attraction: The eyes directed to the floor During the crazy osculation, And through the lashes, set before, The dusk and gloomy flame of passion.
Фёдор Ива́нович Тю́тчев
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June 2012
12 posts
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O Thou, Who givest sustenance to the Universe, From Whom all things proceed, and to Whom all things return, Unveil to us the face of the true Spiritual Sun, Hidden by a disc of golden light, That we may know the truth, and do our whole duty As we journey to Thy Sacred Feet.
Gayatri Mantra Vishwamitra
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The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions (such a kind easily arouses disgust), but that which slowly filters into our minds, which we take away with us almost unnoticed, and which we encounter again in our dreams; but which, however, after having long lain modestly on our hearts, takes entire possession of us,...
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Горе вам, книжники и фарисеи, лицемеры, что поедаете домы вдов и лицемерно долго молитесь: за то примете тем большее осуждение
In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV Invitation to a Beheading
“Why should I fear death?
If I am, death is not.
If death is. I am not.
Why...”
– Epicurus (via periferie)
May 2012
8 posts
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or...
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Come, gather yourselves to the great supper of God, [19:18] that ye may eat flesh of kings, and flesh of chiliarchs, and flesh of strong men, and flesh of horses and of those that sit upon them, and flesh of all, both free and bond, and small and great.
tosca was wonderful
April 2012
9 posts
“Tonight I’ve watched
The moon and then
the Pleiades
go down
The night is...”
– Sappho (via palussomni)
“I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink...”
– Anaïs Nin (via toutematendresse)
“What a fucking bourgeois question!”
– Andreas Baader
in The Baader Meinhof Complex (2008), a German historical drama film directed by Uli Edel
(via jvlius)
“Il y a du sublime à gaspiller une vie qui pourrait être utile,
à ne jamais...”
– Fernando Pessoa - Le Livre de l’Intranquillité (via lamemoiredesjours)
“I liked idiotic paintings, motifs over doorways, stage sets, mummers’ backdrops,...”
– Arthur Rimbaud (Delirium II. Alchemy of the Word) 