Saturday, February 13, 2010


The Line Between The Love And Creation Of Beauty*




Jean-Antoine Watteau - Embarkation for Cythera, 1717


To fall in love is to create a religion with a fallible god.

Jorge Luis Borges


* The love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)


Friday, February 12, 2010


Things That Appear Only As They Are Disappearing




Caspar David Friedrich - Woman Before the Rising Sun (Woman Before the Setting Sun), 1818-20


Physically, too, she had altered. Her blue, almond-shaped eyes, grown longer, had not kept their form; they were indeed of the same colour, but seemed to have passed into a liquid state. So much so that, when she shut them it was as though a pair of curtains had been drawn to shut out a view of the sea. It was no doubt this one of her features that I remembered most vividly each night after we had parted.

Marcel Proust (from The Captive)



We Are Made To Mourn, Sang The Scottish Poet ...





If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave,
By Nature's law design'd,
Why was an independent wish
E'er planted in my mind?
If not, why am I subject to
His cruelty, or scorn?
Or why has man the will and pow'r
To make his fellow mourn?

Robert Burns - from Man Was Made to Mourn: A Dirge

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Monday, February 8, 2010


A Post For Which No Adequate Title Was Found ...




Frida Kahlo - My Birth, 1932

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice the things that are and
I renounce the blessèd face.
T. S. Eliot (Ash Wednesday, 1930)