me reblogging this as a stone
“It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one’s nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.”
— The Alexiad, written by Anna Komnene, the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor Alexios I Komnenos, c. 1148.
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Still drawing my boy Onfim.
Onfim was a little boy from Novgorod in the 13th century, and his drawings on birch bark survived until today.
I am myn owene woman, wel at ese, I thank it god, as after myn estat; Right yong, and stonde unteyd in lusty lese, With-outen Ialousye or swich debat; Shal noon housbonde seyn to me “Chekmat!” For either they ben ful of Ialousye, Or maisterful, or loven novelrye.
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Allas! Sin I am free, Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye My sikernesse, and thrallen libertee? Allas! How dorste I thenken that folye? May I nought wel in other folk aspye 775 Hir dredful Ioye, hir constreynt, and hir peyne? Ther loveth noon, that she nath why to pleyne.
Criseyde in Geoffrey Chaucer’s Troilus and Criseyde (ll. 750-756, 771-777)
Eugène Carrière (1849-1906) was a French Symbolist painter, lithographer, and sculptor known for his atmospheric, monomchromatic style of domestic intimacy scenes and for his portraits of distinguished literary and artistic personalities.
The misty appearance of Carrière’s work was prized by contemporaries tired of precisely detailed and realistic paintings. A critic once compared Carrière’s style to that of his colleague Auguste Rodin, writing, “Rodin paints in marble and Carrière sculpts with shadow.” - Mysterious Art Century Instagram - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest
i feel like a trembling little mouse with a sword
“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
Like the stars shining in the evening sky, my eyes can sense all these beautiful mysteries // part 1.
It seemed to me that I had dreamt about her once, when I was a boy or a teenager: a dream with the scent of orange trees in blossom.
– Agustín Cadena, from “Murillo Park,” Three Messages and a Warning: Contemporary Mexican Short Stories of the Fantastic (Small Beer Press, 2011)