Showing posts with label illustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illustration. Show all posts

Saturday, November 24, 2012

M. Fröhlich... illustration... Else Lasker-Schüler 1907



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illustration of Else Lasker-Schüler from "Tino of Baghdad" by Else Lasker-Schüler  1907


To the Barbarian



The rough drops of your blood

Bring sweetness to my skin.

Do not call my eyes traitresses

Because they’re floating around your skies;

I’m resting on your night, smiling

And teaching your stars how to play.

And I’m walking through the rusty gate

Of your bliss with a song.

I love you and am coming nearer, in white

And transfigured on pilgrimage toes,

I’m taking your haughty heart,

Pure chalice, with me to the angels.

I love you as if I’d died

And my soul were spread across you –

My soul took in all the pain,

Its bitter images will shatter you.

But there are so many roses in bloom

I’d like to give you;

I’d like to bring you all the gardens

Woven into a wreath.

I keep thinking of you

Until the clouds drop down;

We’d like to kiss,

Wouldn’t we?

by  Else Lasker-Schüler


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Gio Colucci... book illustration... The Torture Garden..





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illustration from Octave Mirbeaus Torture Garden 1925



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from The Torture Garden, written by Octave Mirbeau in 1899



Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Songs of Bilitis... Willy Pogany & Pierre Louÿs...





I sing my flesh and my life...
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....

 




Friday, January 22, 2010

Johann Joachim Becher...Physica subterranea ... 1669





Johann Joachim Becher (6 May 1635 – October 1682), was a German physician, alchemist, precursor of chemistry, scholar and adventurer

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"... chemists are a strange class of mortals, impelled by an almost insane impulse to seek their pleasure among smoke and vapor, soot and flame, poisons and poverty, yet among all these evils I seem to live so sweetly, that [I'd die before I'd] change places with the Persian King..." JB