"Lights and Shadows, 1909" John Singer Sargent
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"For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts."
T. S. Eliot, from “The Dry Salvages” in The Four Quartets (Mariner Books, 1968)
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The river is within us, the sea is all about us.
~ T. S. Eliot
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Lady, whose shrine stands on the promontory,
Pray for all those who are in ships, those
Whose business has to do with fish, and
Those concerned with every lawful traffic
And those who conduct them.
Repeat a prayer also on behalf of
Women who have seen their sons or husbands
Setting forth, and not returning:
Figlia del tuo figlio,
Queen of Heaven.
Also pray for those who were in ships, and
Ended their voyage on the sand, in the sea’s lips
Or in the dark throat which will not reject them
Or wherever cannot reach them the sound of the sea bell’s
Perpetual angelus.
– T. S. Eliot, from “The Dry Salvages”, Four Quartets
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For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
- T.S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages
Artwork: N.C. Wyeth for a poem by Carl Sandburg. "You Shall Have Homes"
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“Not fare well,
But fare forward, voyagers.”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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"For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts."
-T.S. Eliot, from "The Dry Salvages"
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Flycatcher Art: The Unattended Moment
Flycatcher Art: The Unattended Moment
Flycatcher in Flight — Photo-Artistry by kenne
For most of us, There is only the unattended Moment, The moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
— from Four Quartets, “The Dry Salvages” by T. S.…
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kill me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, was about to start doing art when i accidentally dip the end of my tablet cord into water
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USS OKLAHOMA (BB-37) being moved into drydock to salvage parts from the wreck. Photographed at Pearl Harbor Navy Yard.
Date: December 28, 1943
Digital Archives of Hawai'i: PPFUR-3-11-014, PPFUR-3-11-010, PPFUR-3-11-012, PPFUR-3-11-013
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Tomorrow is my birthday.
No flood, no gods and no men can stop me from becoming closer to being a milf.
Gay people on my phone get ready to me being the most saddest wet cat of a person tomorrow
Being mean to me is not allowed 🚫
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Me when my bread dough turns out like shit again because I repeated the stupid mistake of listening to Americans On The Internet who bake in the stupidest way possible by eyeballing everything by volume with their dumbass cups like they're making a fucking potion instead of anybody else from anywhere else in the world who knows how to engage with the SCIENCE of baking like a fucking SCIENTIST and owns a SCALE:
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killing wool moths with my mind and also soap and water
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To communicate with Mars, converse with spirits,
To report the behavior of the sea monster,
Describe the horoscope, haruspicate or scry,
Observe disease in signatures, evoke
Biography from the wrinkles of the palm
And tragedy from fingers; release omens
By sortilege, or tea leaves, riddle the inevitable
With playing cards, fiddle with pentagrams
Or barbituric acids, or dissect
The recurrent image into pre-conscious terrors–
To explore the womb, or tomb, or dreams; all these are usual
Pastimes and drugs, and features of the press:
And always will be, some of them especially
When there is distress of nations and perplexity
Whether on the shores of Asia, or in the Edgware Road.
Men’s curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint–
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses,
Hints followed by guesses; and the rest
Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
Here the impossible union
Of spheres of existence is actual,
Here the past and future
Are conquered, and reconciled,
Where action were otherwise movement
Of that which is only moved
And has in it no source of movement–
Driven by dæmonic, chthonic
Powers. And right action is freedom
From past and future also.
For most of us, this is the aim
Never here to be realised;
Who are only undefeated
Because we have gone on trying;
We, content at the last
If our temporal reversion nourish
(Not too far from the yew-tree)
The life of significant soil.
– T. S. Eliot, from “The Dry Salvages”, Four Quartets
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redesign of the Vespa Kids from book of boba fett
thoughts & closeups under cut
so i tried to keep their general appearances/colors intact while adding some actual personality (because i think the main problem with the original designs is that they feel like extras, not side characters).
Red: Zabrak orphan who grew up on Tatooine. 18 years old, was a member of the local insurgent group around the end of the empire era. Has a combo blaster/interrogation droid arm. Speeder is a repurposed version of Maul's speeder from phantom menace.
Blue: Human raised in the non-Tatooine parts of the Outer Rim. 23 years old, known assassin who worked for Jabba. Uses a scavenged magnaguard-type electrostaff. Has basically a version of the mandalorian helmet visors built into his face. Speeder is an abandoned scout trooper speeder.
Yellow: Tusken orphan from the clans around the podrace area. 19 years old, became a bounty hunter after his tribe (and bantha) were killed by the Pikes to expand spice routes. Has a Vader-style chest panel and rocket feet. Speeder is a custom pod attached to one of Sebulba's engines, with attached rancor teeth and horns from his late bantha.
Green: Human who grew up on Coruscant, but family fled the Empire to Tatooine around A New Hope. 21 years old, originally worked as a local enforcer for various Hutts. Has super battle droid arm & leg attachments. Speeder is stolen from local nikto gang.
original designs for reference:
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“Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past
Into different lives, or into any future;
You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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wahhhhh washer and or dryer destroyed my best fitting dad hand me down shirt
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