A few months back I somehow ended up at the image below(*), a sketch for the unfinished middle panel of an incomplete triptych Dante Gabriel Rossetti set out to make for a cabinet belonging to William Morris ca. 1859.


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O divine garçon, from that bottle which you first poured for me ( Read more... )

Wild explores. Crazy escapes.
Wild is beautiful. Crazy is broken.
Wild seeks enlightenment. Crazy seeks annihilation.
Know the difference. Be aware of the difference. Embrace wild, and send crazy packing.

via shiny_gal.

A happy birthday to myintimia, who's been a touchstone through it all. ("WWMD?". Shame is self-indulgent. This moment is my life...) This is not to ( Read more... )

Lady of silences ( Read more... )

"One day Odysseus wandered hunting at the foot of the mountains of Delphi, when he met on his path two maidens who held each other by the hand. One had hair like violets, transparent eyes, and solemn lips; she said to him: 'I am Arete.' The other had languid eyelids, delicate hands and soft breasts; she said to him: 'I am Tryphe.' And together they ( Read more... )

A bit of synchronicity; I am reading some Simone Weil, and got to a bit about Matthew 18:20, "where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them", taken as an endorsement of intimate conversation ( Read more... )

The Turks started it back in the 20s, under Baba Atatürk, and then the League of Nations/UN picked up on it, and tried to popularize it via some obscure proclamation, which obviously didn't work. Both the Declaration of the Rights of the Child and the Convention on the Rights of the Child were first adopted on November 20th (more or less... I am ( Read more... )

First, there was the proudly paradoxical Invisible Pink Unicorn (blessed be her hooves), whose choice to remain so undeniably pink, yet steadfastly invisible to all of her Creation, unifies reason and belief, faith and science, that which is evident to the eye and that which is evident only to the heart ( Read more... )

I used to get annoyed that, during my visits to my fatherland, scores of strangers would assume, based solely on the length of my hair, that I was, as they put it, "in metal" -- not merely a fan, either, but perhaps a performer! There being no alternative long-haired paradigm available to people in that part of the world at that time, heavy metal ( Read more... )

( angst and whining )