30 September 2011

Sweet distant thing ...

"What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable." 

 Chuck Palahniuk


Apocalyptica - Harmageddon

28 September 2011

The Madonna of the Meadow by Raphael

In 1505 Raphael painted one of the most beautiful religious images in all of art history. "The Madonna of the Meadow" is replete with devotional allusion, rich in symbolic theology and represents the highest level of aesthetic and creative genius in the service of the Christian story.

Though the dominant figure is the Madonna, the central foreground image is of Jesus and John, apparently playing a game with the cross - but John is kneeling and holds the cross steady as Jesus holds both the cross and his mother's arm.

The pyramid structure is repeated in several places. The Madonna is seated, indeed anchored as the supporting presence for Jesus and gazing downward at both infants. The two children make a second pyramid, and the city in the background a third. Whether or not this is a trinitarian allusion, it gives the painting a powerful sense of rootedness in earth. Raphael by this time was experimenting with a more realistically portrayed, earthed, this worldly approach. The Madonna is not in a holy building but of the world, the city, the rural landscape the sea. Various commentators note that her smile is enigmatic, hesitant, somewhere between smile and frown, uncertainty suggesting contentment threatened by foreboding. Her head is framed against the sky and is above land and sea, a compositional statement that more than hints at transcendence.

The colours blue and red are painted with startling vivid boldness, redemption and eternity, sacrifice and heaven, enwrapped in the form of the Virgin. The contrasting greens, and they are multi-toned, again brings together the fertile and fruitful life of earth with the redemptive intentions of heaven. The two red poppies answer to the two children, both of whom will die in the outworking of the Gospel story and the redemptive purposes of heaven.

==>Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (April 6 or March 28, 1483 – April 6, 1520), better known simply as Raphael, was an Italian painter and architect of the High Renaissance, celebrated for the perfection and grace of his paintings and drawings. Together with Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci, he forms the traditional trinity of great masters of that period.

27 September 2011

Submerging the cold ...

"She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth." 

Albert Camus

Odalisque by Lord Frederick Leighton

26 September 2011

Confessions ...

"Imagine that you were on the threshold of this fairytale, sometime billions of years ago when everything was created. And you were able to choose whether you wanted to be born to a life on this planet at some point. You would not know when you were going to be born, nor how long you’d live for, but at any event it would not be more than a few years. All you’d know was that, if you chose to come into the world at some point, you’d also have to leave it again one day and go away from everything. This might cause you a good deal of grief, as lots of people think that life in the great fairytale is so wonderful that the mere thought of it ending can bring tears to their eyes. Things can be so nice here that it’s terribly painful to think that at some point the days will run out. What would you have chosen, if there had been some higher power that had gave you the choice? Perhaps we can imagine some sort of cosmic fairy in this great, strange fairytale. What you have chosen to live a life on earth at some point, whether short or long, in a hundred thousand or a hundred million years? Or would you have refused to join in the game because you did not like the rules? (...) I asked myself the same question maybe times during the past few weeks. Would I have elected to live a life on earth in the firm knowledge that I’d suddenly be torn away from it, and perhaps in the middle of intoxicating happiness? (...) Well, I was not sure what I would have chosen. (...) If I’d chosen never to the foot inside the great fairytale, I’d never have known what I have lost. Do you see what I’m getting at? Sometimes it’s worse for us human beings to lose something dear to us than never to have had it at all." 

Jostein Gaarder

Praying Girl by Roberto Ferruzzi

25 September 2011

The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove by Dead Can Dance

My sweet dark angel came back to me on my dreams last night ... eyes wide open and a hand that invited me for a transcendental trip.
It was just like the old days, telling and sharing secrets, living a parallel life ... trying to choose the best path to follow. 
The memories will be forever printed in my mind, the moments will be always kept inside of  my heart. 
My angel does not talk to me anymore. 
But I think still carries a little piece of me. 
Maybe one day we will meet again, smile together again ... 
Hopefully I will be awake ... 
Good bye ... 

23 September 2011

The Realm of Possibility ...

"Although the human heart is selfish and arrogant, so many struggle against their selfishness and learn humility; because of them, as long as there is life, there is hope that beauty lost can be rediscovered, that what has been reviled can be redeemed."

Dean Koontz

Between Hope and Fear by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

22 September 2011

The dearest creature ...

"Understand: people judge you by appearances, the image you project through your actions, words, and style. If you do not take control of this process, then people will see and define you the way they want to, often to your detriment. You might think that being consistent with this image will make others respect and trust you, but in fact it is the opposite—over time you seem predictable and weak. Consistency is an illusion anyway—each passing day brings changes within you. You must not be afraid to express these evolutions. The powerful learn early in life that they have the freedom to mold their image, fitting the needs and moods of the moment. In this way, they keep others off balance and maintain an air of mystery. You must follow this path and find great pleasure in reinventing yourself, as if you were the author writing your own drama." 

50 Cent

 Dead Can Dance - Song of the Dispossessed

21 September 2011

The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration ...

"We are all glorified motion sensors. 
Some things only become visible to us when they undergo change. 
We take for granted all the constant, fixed things, and eventually stop paying any attention to them. At the same time we observe and obsess over small, fast-moving, ephemeral things of little value. 
The trick to rediscovering constants is to stop and focus on the greater panorama around us. While everything else flits abut, the important things remain in place. 
Their stillness appears as reverse motion to our perspective, as relativity resets our motion sensors. It reboots us, allowing us once again to perceive. 
And now that we do see, suddenly we realize that those still things are not so motionless after all. They are simply gliding with slow individualistic grace against the backdrop of the immense universe. 
And it takes a more sensitive motion instrument to track this." 

Vera Nazarian

L'Inspiration by Guillaume Seignac

20 September 2011

Islands of an uncharted archipelago ...

"She has known some happiness there, a privileged moment of revelation, a glimpse into an unexplored part of herself, into something beyond herself. But she is also suspicious of such moment; they do not last, and one never knows where and when they might recur, like islands of an uncharted archipelago. "

Alison Anderson 

Venetian Ladies Listening to a Serenade by Frank Cadogan Cowper

18 September 2011

The legend of Saint Cyprian of Antioch

According to Catholic Church sources, there are two men named Saint Cyprian, both of whom were bishops, and both of whom suffered martyrdom under Roman persecution. Saint Cyprian of Carthage is generally endorsed by the Church as an authentic historical figure, but Saint Cyprian of Antioch dwells in a shadowy, occult world of lore and legend, for he is said to have been a renowned pagan conjurer, sorcerer, and magician who had dealings with demons and the devil.

Desiring a sexual relationship with a virtuous young Christian woman named Justina, he called up demons to attack her, but she repelled them by making the sign of the cross. Seeing this, Cyprian too made the sign of the cross, and was instantly freed from bondage to Satan and converted to Christianity. He was baptized, became a deacon, then a priest, and finally a bishop, while Justina, now his friend, became the leader of a convent of nuns. Both Cyprian and Justina were persecuted by the Roman emperor Diocletian, who had them tortured in Damascus and finally beheaded in Nicomedia (Turkey) on the banks of the river Gallus.

However, the story does not end there, for in his days as an occultist and sorcerer, Cyprian had written a powerful book of magic spells, which he failed to destroy upon his conversion, and which has appeared in many editions (and in various languages) for hundreds of years.  Saint Cyprian has the unusual reputation of being the patron saint of witches, conjurers, root doctors, magicians, sorcerers, occultists, demonologers, necromancers, spiritualists, and spiritual workers, both good and evil. In recent times, he has sometimes been called upon for protection by those working with the folk saint Santisima Muerte, on the theory that anyone who invokes the aid of such a wild and unpredictable spirit may need extra help from the ghost of an experienced sorcerer.

Saint Cyprian is generally portrayed as a middle-aged bearded man in the garb of a bishop, holding a crozier and carrying a book.

Saint Cyprian and Justina

17 September 2011

They don't understand ...

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. "

Janet Fitch

15 September 2011

The illusion of depth ...

"What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be." 

Margaret Atwood

Monkey by Joe Henry

14 September 2011

The light of love ...

All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

"You owe me."

What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky."


The Love Letter by Carl Herpfer

12 September 2011

Der Mitternachtslöwe by Therion

"What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?" 

Libba Bray


11 September 2011

Wherever you are ...

"It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the snake from the garden whispers ... "I will hold your hand." 

John Wick

09 September 2011

Times of revelation ...

"I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give."

Charlotte Brontë 

07 September 2011

The Call of Cthulhu ...

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents... some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age." 

H.P. Lovecraft

The light of the world by William Holman Hunt (1854)

05 September 2011

Bleeding heart ...

“There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.”

Leon Bloy 

Angel of Death by Horace Vernet

The miracle is over ...

"When you lose someone, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw." 

Jodi Picoult

If I could make a wish, I would ask Death to stop taking my loved ones. Give my heart a break. 
I need life ... I need life ... 

03 September 2011

The colour of your soul ...

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world."

Max Ehrmann 

01 September 2011

The bridge across forever ...

"Everyone I have lost
in the closing of a door
the click of the lock

is not forgotten, they
do not die but remain
within the soft edges
of the earth, the ash

of house fires and cancer
in sin and forgiveness
huddled under old blankets

dreaming their way into
my hands, my heart
closing tight like fists."

Sherman Alexie

Romance - Apocalyptica