Saturday, June 16, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
William Blake... A Devil or Satyr... c1810
click on image to enlarge
from the Robert H. Taylor art collection at the
Princeton University Library
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Chamunda, the Horrific Destroyer of Evil...India... 10th–11th century
This is a fragment of a full-length sculpture portraying the ferocious
Hindu goddess Kali in the form of Chamunda, an epithet derived from her
act of decapitating the demons Chanda and Munda. Chamunda embodies
bareness and decay. Her hair is piled up into a chignon decorated with a
tiara of skulls and a crescent moon. She scowls, baring her teeth, and
enormous eyeballs protrude menacingly from sunken sockets in her
skeletal face. As a necklace, she wears a snake whose coils echo the
rings of decaying flesh that sag beneath her collarbone. Just above her
navel on her emaciated torso is a scorpion, a symbol of sickness and
death. She presumably once held lethal objects in the hands of her
twelve missing arms.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Alchemy: The Golden Art...
The alchemist who has achieved illumination.
From Andrea de Pascalis,
Alchemy: The Golden Art. The Secrets of the Oldest Enigma
Alchemy: The Golden Art. The Secrets of the Oldest Enigma
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Vladimira Milashevskago...illustrations ...Zanaveshennye kartinki (Curtained pictures) ...1920
Poems by Mikhail Kuzmin, Illustrated by Vladimir Milashevsky 1920
Sun, Sun
Sun, sun,
divine Ra-Helios,
you delight
the hearts of kings and heroes,
sacred horses neigh to you,
in Heliopolis they sing hymns to you;
when you shine,
lizards crawl out onto rocks
and boys go laughing
to swim in the Nile.
Sun, sun,
I am a pale scribbler,
a library recluse,
but I love you, sun, no less
than a tanned sailor
smelling of fish and salt water,
and no less
than his accustomed heart
rejoices
at your royal rising
from the ocean,
my heart trembles,
when your dusty, but flaming ray
slips
through the narrow window by the ceiling
onto my filled page
and my thin, yellowish hand,
writing out in vermilion
the first letter of a hymn to you,
O Ra-Helios sun!
divine Ra-Helios,
you delight
the hearts of kings and heroes,
sacred horses neigh to you,
in Heliopolis they sing hymns to you;
when you shine,
lizards crawl out onto rocks
and boys go laughing
to swim in the Nile.
Sun, sun,
I am a pale scribbler,
a library recluse,
but I love you, sun, no less
than a tanned sailor
smelling of fish and salt water,
and no less
than his accustomed heart
rejoices
at your royal rising
from the ocean,
my heart trembles,
when your dusty, but flaming ray
slips
through the narrow window by the ceiling
onto my filled page
and my thin, yellowish hand,
writing out in vermilion
the first letter of a hymn to you,
O Ra-Helios sun!
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