6 Dicembre 2013.
"She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful"
Neil Gaiman (via talkingtokafka)
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
io non ho ancora capito perché ci si scaglia con violenza (verbale) sulla gente un po’ in sovrappeso e mai con quella davvero troppo magra.
perché se sei troppo troppo magra ti chiedono come hai fatto a dimagrire. magari uno risponde “io mangio è costituzione” ma non viene aggredito mai come una persona un po’ in carne.
davvero, non capisco che problemi ha la gente, che differenza c’è tra una troppo magra e una troppo in carne, non capisco che motivo c’è di offendere ed aggredire, di dire se ” sei bassa e grassa allora sei una botte” o se “sei anoressica tutta pelle ossa”, e soprattutto perché fa più schifo agli occhi di tutti una persona in carne che una magra.
non sapete cos’è il bello, il bello è diverso per tutti. il bello è quella cosa che se a uno piace e a un altro no è insindacabile, è così e basta.
provate a vivere seguendo questa semplice regoletta:
“Ma tu che fai nella vita?” - “I cazzi miei, dovresti provare.”
Egen Schiele, Dead Mother (1910) x Gustav Klimt, Water Serpents (1904)
"Love: it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.”
Came across Virgina Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard Woolf while exploring the library.
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
BARRY LYNDON (1975). Stanley Kubrick uses NASA lenses to shoot scenes by candlelight in order to bring William Makepeace Thackeray’s novel about 18th Century Europe to life.
"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you."
Buddhist saying (via mymangotree)
"In real life, Keaton believes in God. But she also believes that the radio works because there are tiny people inside it."
Woody Allen, on Diane Keaton (via lefrequenzesonnifere)
Russian Surrealism, The Color of Pomegranates, Сергей Параджанов
people that read while listening to music are very talented and are probably going to hell