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breathing dreams like air
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burningvelvet · 1 day
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"I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder‘d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr‘d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you."
— — John Keats in a letter to his fiancé Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819.
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“I have been astonished that Bros could die Simps for the grind – I have cring’d at it – I cringe no more – I could become a Simp for my Grind – Slaying is my grind – I could fuck with that – I could fuck with you.”
— John Yeets in a letter to his situationship Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819.
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manincaffeine · 2 days
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Holding your face in my hand and giving you slow passionate kisses while I'm inside of you. Looking into your eyes as they slowly go blank.
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for me it was love
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definegodliness · 19 hours
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Timeless, endless
The evening is much sweeter, now, Zephyr sent, the Silken allure of blossoming Petals, intensified by May's Balmy spring-timed golden condensing, Permeates the atmosphere, Unadulterated.
Above, the shortly pulsing Rose red deck Slowly disintegrates in velvet tatters As heaven expands within obscurity, Lackadaisically, like a tiger stretches; The first stars present, and the sickle, Glisten Like fangs And eyes, catching Hidden rays of sunken Treasure.
I drift To far-off places; blooming deserts Where, come night, All ivory gates Vanish, And Awe's gaze travels, Timeless, endless.
I dream, Higher, and ever farther away from here; The Pillars of Creation, until I am shaken, And topple unto The soft dewed grass.
--- 16-5-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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Standing sitter on the background of red drapery by Orest Kiprensky (1782 - 1836)
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Saint Petersburg, April 2024
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annie-one · 8 hours
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I am too young and I've loved you too much
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bookreviewcoffee · 21 hours
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Circe Madeleine Miller
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What did I know about Circe when I started reading the book? Almost nothing. I remembered that she was sung by Homer in his Odyssey, Circe, a great but very lonely sorceress who turned passing sailors into pigs, who fell in love with Odysseus and bore him a son. But Madeleine Miller made her the main character.And in Miller's presentation in the myths appears the beat of life - through emotions, warmth and experiences of the heroine, burdened by torments, joys, sorrows and desires, who is not indifferent to people and wishes them well.
In my memory Circea was a villain who stood in the way of the great hero, who was in a hurry to return to his family. But in Miller's case, it's a bit more complicated. Reading the book, I kept coming back to the fact that the main character is very easy to understand. Despite the fact that she is a Greek goddess, daughter of a titan, mistress of the great Odysseus. Circea contrasts well with the powerful and overbearing gods and goddesses, with their base impulses, playfulness and intrigue. Circea is ridiculed, mocked, ignored, but intrigue aside, she lives - her independent life, the life she desired for herself.
Though the beasts and birds listen to her voice, and the herbs in her hands become treacherous weapons. She is a woman who longs for love. A woman who fears loneliness and despises her immortality. How many times did Circe give herself her word not to throw herself into the abyss of feelings, not to submit to love, not to let it break her heart, and each time she failed miserably...Because she could not do otherwise. And let then again loneliness, again pain, again thoughts about the impossibility to love and be loved.But, she solves her dilemmas, makes mistakes, achieves success, independently determines with whom to communicate, what to do and whom to love. Madeleine Miller gave her heroine a chance for happiness. Allowed her dream a dizzying flight. Ended the story on a pleasant note. Although we all realise that Greek stories about the gods are an endless string of lust, pain and betrayal.
When asked what the book is about, the most appropriate answer is probably loneliness. About how different it can be. After all, you can be lonely not only on a desert island, but also in a palace full of relatives.
But the most important problem, the author outlined in the first paragraph: ‘So, the word nymph was actually a measure and a sign of our future. In our language it means not only a goddess, but also a bride’. Except Circea wasn't born beautiful or gifted, so it doesn't even take Helios to find her a majestic groom. Moreover, she is not like the other gods - she cannot live peacefully, knowing that she causes suffering to others.
It is because of this that the main conflict of the story arises. The question ‘Who is she?’ does not disappear until the last page, and perhaps remains afterwards. The open ending makes you think about serious questions, and that is one of the many benefits of the book.
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burningvelvet · 11 months
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a twitter thread that actually killed me
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