something holy used to love me




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ssweetintoxication:

The Magic Flute





dggeoff:

ibeggedformercytwice:

ibeggedformercytwice:

My medieval servant boy has gone missing. I’ll just use Google to see if I can find him.

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Oh bother.

im deleting this fucking website




italian-art:

Akragas - Agirgento - Tempio di Concordia/ Temple of Concordia / Konkordijin Hram (by giricinka)




Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity. It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn’t want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.

Ingmar Bergman, from Images 

In the Swedish original it says “människa” (Swedish) or “menneske” (Danish), the word for human being—so, there is too much “human being” in me. It’s the human condition, you could say: memories, emotion, being, pain, even the simple fact of living, breathing. Everything at once: the human experience. We all have it, even the people who don’t—or can’t—express it through art. But it is the job of the artist to sit with our feelings, to be receptive to them, to examine them, turn them into narrative or paint or film.

And this can be difficult. Here, he describes it as a flowing-over feeling: of containing too much, holding too much, feeling too much. We must examine experience until it becomes painful, excessive, overwhelming—too much humanity.

He goes on: “It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn’t want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.”

Solitude, I think, heightens artistic receptivity in a way that can be challenging and painful. When you sit there, alone and working, you get thrown back on yourself. Your life and your emotions, what you think and what you feel, are constantly being thrown back on you. And then the “too much humanity” feeling is even stronger: you can’t run away from yourself. You can’t run away from your emotions and your memory and the material you’re working on. Artistic solitude is a decision to turn and face these feelings, to sit with them for long periods of time.

It takes the courage to be there. You run into your own pettiness. Your own cowardice. You run into all kinds of ugly sides of yourself. But the things that you’ve experienced in your life become the writing that you do. And there’s no easy way to get to it…And that’s what Bergman and other Swedish writers have taught me—to stay in that painful zone, discipline myself through it to get where I want.

(via aehsaas)





damnsimper:

before listening to MGMT

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after listening to MGMT

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flowerette:

new american apparel campaign




contraria huic causa crystallum facit, gelu vehementiore concreto. non aliubi certe reperitur quam ubi maxime hibernae nives rigent, glaciemque esse certum est, unde nomen graeci dedere.
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A cause opposite to this creates crystal, when ice is forcefully condensed. Certainly, it is only found where winter snows solidify most greatly, and it is certain that the Greeks gave it its name from ice [κρύσταλλος].

Pliny the Elder, Historia Naturalis, 37.9. (trans. mine)

The more you know.

(via terpsikeraunos)





i like seeing medusa as a power symbol for women and i like that feminists have found a better way of looking at her story 

however, i see more images of her that treat her as a sexual object and ??? stop 




bedsigh:

Blood moon // 4.15.14 




walmartsurrealism:

i get anxiety because idk what will come after postmodernism




coffeeanddonatus:

A notch in the text column suspends weighty diagram (1545).

Diagram from Urbano Bolzanio’s Institutiones in Graecam Linguam (Venice: Haeredes Petri, 1545, ff. 62, verso).




whatshouldwecallhomer:

thelimpingdoctor:

xv minvtes late w starbvcks

It’s always Casca




squalentes oculos, maculatum sanguine vultum

truncatum linguam horrendaque multa gerentem

vulnera.

ah, the relaxing hour when i get to curl up and liveblog my medieval latin homework 




spacerobot123456789:

*tips fedora at hazel grace* m’taphor