“Does not death lurk without?”, from Goethe’s Faust by Harry Clarke (1927)
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“Does not death lurk without?”, from Goethe’s Faust by Harry Clarke (1927)
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apropos of bibliosmia and pertichor
mourner
Sketchbook of Villard de Honnecourt, France ca. 1230
BnF, Français 19093, fol. 23v
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by Wendell Berry
(to remind myself)
I
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.
II
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
III
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
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A. Burdet after A. Raffet, Allegory of Cholera Mortality, 19th century
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Charles-Louis-Lucien Müller (French, 1815–1892)
Adrian-Nilsson Gösta
Symbolistiskt parklandskap med skulpturgrupp, 1910
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The Three Norns Winding the Rope of Fate (1910) - Arthur Rackham
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Edward Burne-Jones. The Seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
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