The Heron, 1867, Frederic Bazille
Size: 97.5x78 cm
Medium: oil on canvas
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The Press Herald, Pine Grove, Pennsylvania, December 28, 1934
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God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black; creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render it transparent.
Victor Hugo’s draft of Les Miserables.
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E.M. Forster, from Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s House Album
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“You have always wanted to caress every monster.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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Researching Victorian poetry & it is currently -2 °C (help)
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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
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Mark Rothko
White Ban
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Vita Sackville-West to Harold Nicolson, 17 December 1925
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To me, literature is a calling, even a kind of salvation. It connects me with an enterprise that is over 2,000 years old. What do we have from the past? Art and thought. That’s what lasts.
Susan Sontag
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William Blake (1757-1827) ~ from The First Book of Urizen, relief etching 1794
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Pergamum, Aeolis, Greece
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
T.S. Eliot, from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (via theclassicsreader)
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