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The Ambassadors, detail (1553)

Hans Holbein the Younger

Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
Alfred De Musset, Complete Writing (via petersbourgeoises)
You find clever ways of saying nothing.
Euripides’ The Bacchae 
son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.
  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.
  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.

  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.

  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

For everyone who has been sending me messages this summer:

I’m so sorry if I have ignored you, tumblr doesn’t seem to be notifying me of new messages anymore, and I haven’t checked my inbox in ages. 

I also have not been on this blog too much lately. 

Anyway, I’m sorry if I have come across as rude, or uncaring. That’s not the case, I have not intentionally ignored any of you.

But it turned out that Joan was really, uncannily good at leading an army. She had skills that no female person who’d spent her life tending house — the thing she was best at, she later told a room full of men, was sewing — had any reason to possess. “She was quite innocent, unless it be in warfare,” says the former roommate. “She rode on horseback and handled the lance like the best of the knights, and the soldiers marveled.” Uh, yeah: I’ll bet they did.

So it turned out she was good, and you all know this part of the story. She was very good at it, despite the fact that she was initially excluded from the important meetings, and despite the fact that she had no training, and despite the fact that she was a woman and people weren’t supposed to listen to those — “harlot,” was a common theory among the English at the time, because what would a woman be doing in the army unless was sleeping with all of the soldiers; one English soldier straight-up laughed at the idea of “surrendering to a woman” — and despite the fact that her whole authority was based on telling people that she had magic powers. She took an arrow in the neck, in the middle of a battle, and kept fighting. If you want to get a sense of what actually made it possible for her to get from a kitchen in the middle of nowhere, to standing in front of the King and making her case, to a leadership position in the military, to leading this one particular hopeless lost cause of a battle, the Siege of Orleans, and winning it, this is instructive. If you want to get a sense of the sheer willpower driving this woman, think about being just a little female teenager from nowhere with no military training, whose biggest talent was sewing, shoved into chaotic, close-range, hugely violent battle, and about what it would take for you not to freak the fuck out at this point, what it would take to keep fighting with an arrow in your neck.
Running Towards The Gunshots: A Few Words About Joan of Arc (via gatheringbones)
The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
Angela Carter (via radiumangel)
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Aura Rosenberg

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Aura Rosenberg

I am more and more unable to think, to observe, to determine the truth of things, to remember, to speak, to share an experience; I am turning to stone, this is the truth… If I can’t take refuge in some work, I am lost.
Franz Kafka, Diaries (via mishproductions)
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