My black notebook now begins, and still smells of earth: at one time it was buried in our basement and bloomed with dark-green spots of mould. – Nina Berberova
From The Italics Are Mine
Image: The Wit Continuum
Had to watch this film twice…once to get over the crying, and again to take in all the visually stunning and fascinating leitmotifs along with music to haunt one’s soul. Not a film for everyone, of course. Kirsten Dunst’s deeply moving portrayal of depression can leave you feeling, well, a bit depressed, yet surreal, as you delve into the psyche of the character, Justine. Charlotte Gainsbourg is brilliant as the ever-helpful sister, Claire, and possibly the character to relate to in her passion to save her family, to know the truth, and to do what we would all ultimately do: panic a bit when you know you are about to die…
Written and directed by Lars von Trier.
Me and Lisa just hanging out… ;)
Great abs due to all the hot yoga and wine consumption…
Which Tarot card are you?
Like electricity, magickal energy is pure potential. It does nothing on its own but, when channeled through an intention, it can make miracles happen.
You are unlimited possibility. Between pillars of light and darkness, you abide in the dynamic equilibrium, waiting to be set into motion.
Fascinating and strange secrets of the tarot:
La Papessa in the Visconti-Sfonza Tarot is believed to be a depiction of Sister Manfreda, a nun who was elected Pope be a heretical sect of Lombard. Gertrude Mackley writes:
“Their leader, Guglielma of Bohemia, had died in Milan in 1281. The most enthusiastic of her followers believed that she was the incarnation of the Holy Spirit, sent to inaugurate the new age of the Spirit prophesied by Joachim of Flora. They believed that Guglielma would return to earth on the Feast of Pentecost in the year 1300, and that the male dominated Papacy would then pass away, yielding to a line of female Popes. In preparation for this event they elected Sister Manfreda the first of the Popesses, and several wealthy families of Lombardy provided at great cost the sacred vessels they expected her to use when she said Mass in Rome at the Church of Santa Maria Maggiore. Naturally, the Inquisition exterminated this new sect, and the “Popess” was burned at the stake in the autumn of 1300. Later the Inquisition proceeded against Matteo Visconti, the first Duke of Milan, for his very slight connections with the sect.”
Crowned in a papal tiara she is labeled La Papesse, the Popess, a possible reference to the legend of Pope Joan who disguised herself as a man to be elected Pope. Supposedly she was discovered because she gave birth.
Source: which tarot card are you quiz and Wikipedia
The sun likes October too…
Originally posted on boldcorsicanflame's Blog:
It may be the spookiest the sun has ever looked.
Nasa has revealed these amazing images showing the ‘pumpkin sun’ just in time for Halloween.
The images were taken on October 8th, and blends together two separate wavelengths usually seen in gold and yellow to create the stunning effect.
I do not wish to live in a grey area
or a road between the lines
Love must start on the first line
continue on every line…
Image: Marion Cotillard
“We’re so cute I want to punch us in the face.” – Amy, Gone Girl
One of the film’s lighter moment contained this line. Not much “cute” for the rest. A must see if you: like Ben Affleck, which I do, like a mystery, if you like shocking turn of events (oh God, he’s screwed!), if you like sex, did I mention sex?, if you like a bit of gore (Game of Thrones prepared me for the bloody scene, no problem), if you like being slammed against the wall, and can handle the word “cunt.” Twice. I won’t be able to watch Pride and Prejudice again without wonder at Rosamund Pike’s Jane in that film, so sweet…who knew?
Rated R. Long, not for the weary.
Would I watch it again? Maybe. (Okay, yes, I would! Guilty pleasures…)
Amazing works in black and white…
Originally posted on Chicquero:
Thomas Barbèy grew up in Geneva, Switzerland, across the street from the “Caran D’ache” factory, the largest manufacturer of art supplies. He started drawing seriously at the age of 13, using black “encre de Chine” and gouaches for color. His influences were Philippe Druillet, Roger Dean and H.R. Giger. Today, he resides in Las Vegas and travels the world, taking his camera wherever he goes.
Thomas has been a photographer for over twenty years now and prefers to use his old Canon AE1s when he shoots in 35mm or his RB67 when he shoots in medium format. More recently, he has been doing Black and White Photomontages for the sole purpose of doing Fine Art, without working for a specific client.
He has combined several images taken over a period of twenty years to create surreal situations with the help of the enlarger in a dark room. His work has a…
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In the darkness of the forest the young knight could hear the splashing of the fountain long before he could see the glimmer of moonlight reflected on the still surface. He was about to step forward, longing to dip his head, drink in the coolness, when he caught his breath at the sight of something dark, moving deep in the water. There was a greenish shadow in the sunken bowl of the fountain, something like a great fish, something like a drowned body. Then it moved and stood upright and he saw, frighteningly naked: a bathing woman. Her skin as she rose up, water coursing down her flanks, was even paler than the white marble bowl, her wet hair dark as a shadow.
She is Melusina, the water goddess, and she is found in hidden springs and waterfalls in any forest in Christendom, even in those as far away as Greece. She bathes in the Moorish fountains too. They know her by another name in the northern countries, where the lakes are glazed with ice and it crackles when she rises. A man may love her if he keeps her secret and lets her alone when she wants to bathe, and she may love him in return until he breaks his word, as men always do, and she sweeps him into the deeps, with her fishy tail, and turns his faithless blood to water.
The tragedy of Melusina, whatever language tells it, whatever tune it sings, is that a man will always promise more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.
excerpt from The White Queen by Philippa Gregory
Julia Cameron, in her book The Sound of Paper, tells me, as an exercise in Wishes come true, to try this: Take pen in hand and lay out a wish list…Allow your wishes to be what they are, to range from the minuscule and easily fulfilled to the large and seemingly impossible…
Here’s mine, written by the pool on July 6. 2014
A house on the beach…
Pure, perfect expression of words in my writing, full of imagery and magic…
Enough money to travel the world and live in different countries…a year in Paris, a year in Venice, for example…
An ice-filled glass of Coke…
A menthol cigarette, just one…or two…
A chat over a cup of Earl Grey with Benedict Cumberbatch, just to hear his voice in person…
A part in one episode of Vikings or Game of Thrones or Mad Men…I can be killed off as long as I have a scene with Clive Standon, Kit Harington, or Jon Hamm…
A glass of Kendall Jackson chardonnay…
My published novel in my hand…
The summer to last for six months instead of three…
October to last forever…
Family…ah, to grow successful and famous, if they wish…
My body, to be in perfect health, despite the wine, the Coke, and that one, or two cigarettes…
;) Painting: Glass of Wine by Elena Ilku
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I’m already under
and living within the ocean.
We’ve fallen into deep fascination with London based artist Amy Judd. Her work is described as “a collective of sensitive and silent moments, some full of whimsical intrigue, others more surreal and seductive. ” The “light and positioning of the subject creates curious images, which conjure up new ‘mythological’ narratives or creatures within the paintings; using Feathers as armor, and birds as familiars.”
Link: Amy Judd Art
We all came IN and sat down,
not expecting to be served for free…
but we were.
ONE of us said: This can’t be right? We don’t deserve this.
Another said: Well, of course.
And still another said: We’ve waited so long.
And another drank with me and we didn’t
say a word.
OUTside the night circus set up exotic tents
full of SUNlight and WATER.
I chose a water one, even though I have nightmares
of drowning in dark water…
But the water FILLED tent was clear
and blue and pale and light as vapor sky
and so cool and I relaxed in IT.
I soaked away DARKNESS.
The next DAY we all came together again.
Some of us were tanned from the sun-filled tents,
some, like me, were pale and clear…
as if blessed with purity.
WE did not drink that day.
On the tavern
In the tavern are many wines–the wine of delight in color and form and taste, the wine of the intellect’s agility, the fine port of stories, and cabernet of soul singing. Being human means entering this place where entrancing varieties of desire are served. The grapeskin of ego breaks and a pouring begins. Fermentation is one of the oldest symbols for human transformation. When grapes combine their juice and closed up together for a time in a dark place, the results are spectacular. This is what lets two drunks meet so that they don’t know who is who. Pronouns no longer apply in the tavern’s mud-world of excited confusion and half-articulated wantings.
But after some time in the tavern, a point comes, a memory of elsewhere, a longing for the source, and the drunks must set off from the tavern and begin the return. The Qur’an says, “We are all returning.” The tavern is a kind of glorious hell that human beings enjoy and suffer and then push off from in their search for truth. The tavern is a dangerous region where sometimes disguises are necessary, but never hide your heart, Rumi urges. Keep open there. A breaking apart, a crying our into the street, begins in the tavern, and the human soul turns to find its way home
It’s 4 a.m. Nasruddin leaves the tavern and walks the town aimlessly. A policeman stops him. “Why are you out wandering the streets in the middle of the night?”
“Sir,” replies Nasruddin, “if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!”
~from The Essential Rumi
Coleman Barks translation
“A woman knows she’s wearing the right dress when her man wants to take it off.” ~Robert Paul
Tulips…are better than one…
A welcome home…
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” ~ Jonathan Safron Foer
A room in which we can drink wine, talk of our lives and our losses…and what remains despite it all…
Great words from a brilliant writer…
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Life is hard. After all it kills you. ~ Katharine Hepburn
So has it been happening to you lately, or has it ever happened, perhaps, for a few days, weeks or months in a row…the seeing of a triple number anywhere, anytime? It could have been when you mysteriously woke up during the night and glanced at your digital clock, or pressed you iPhone and the time was 3:33 am. It could have happened with your cash total at the supermarket $28.88. It could have happened when turning onto Route 222 in Maryland.
These are known to some as signs from angels – any duplicate number of at least 3 in a row. And each number has a meaning in the angel world. I would think, with suspension of belief implanted, and if you so preferred, that one could look at this occurrence as a sign from God, Spirit, Energy, the World, the Universe, the Force of Energy that surrounds…which ever you prefer to believe in if not angel. But for explanation sake, I will follow the Angel-World parameters that I’ve discovered recently.
Also note: This has been happening to me all the time. I wake up 1:11 am or 4:44 am. I glance at the clock at work and it’s 3:33. I ring out a customer and the total is $157.77. It’s been going on for a long time now…what are these angels trying to tell me?
111 – Means to monitor your thoughts. Be sure to think about what you want, and not what you don’t want. 111 is like a bright light of flash bulb. It means the universe has just taken a snapshot of your thought and is manifesting them for you.
222 Newly planted ideas or endeavors are about to become reality. Keep nurturing you idea and it will come to fruition. Don’t quit now! The miracle is about to happen! Keep positive thought alive.
333 The Ascended Masters are near you, desiring you to know that you have their help, love and companionship. Call upon them often, especially when you see the number 3 patterns around you. Ascended Masters include: Jesus, Moses, Mary, Quan Yin, and Yogananda.
444 The angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry. An angel is near by.
555 Major life change is upon you. This change is a natural part of life and is neither positive nor negative. It just is. Perhaps it is a change that you have been seeking. Feel at peace.
666 Your thoughts are out of balance right now and focused on the material world. This number sequence asks you to balance your thoughts between heaven and earth. Your material and emotional needs will be met when you balance.
777 Angel applause!! Congratulations! You are on a roll. Keep up the good work and know that whatever you are wishing for is coming true. 777 is an extremely positive sign and you should expect more miracles to occur.
888 A phase in your life is about to end. This is a sign to be prepared. This could mean you are winding up an emotional career, or a relationship phase. It also means there is light at the end of the tunnel. Don’t procrastinate. Make your move and enjoy the fruits of your labor.
999 Completion. This is the end of a big phase in your personal or global life. Also, it is a message to those involved in Earth healing. Mother Nature needs you right now.
000 A reminder that your are one with God (spirit, universe, or universal energies) and to feel the presence of this love within you. Also it is a sign that a situation has come full circle.
Let me know if any of you have experienced an Angel Number Sequence. I’d love to hear your thoughts. I was seeing 444 for the longest time, which was great evidently. Lately I’m seeing 111 in some form and 333. I better monitor my thoughts and think of what I’d like and the Ascended Masters are with me.
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want to do is
live in ecstasy…
I can’t help it…
It’s this hopeless age…
I just want to feel…
purple yellow red and blue…
All that I needed…
’cause everything just falls
I just want to feel…purple yellow red and blue…
They have turned the church where I ate God
and tried to love Him into a gym
where as an altar boy I poured water and wine
into the pastor’s cup, smelling the snuff
under his lip on an empty stomach
where I kept the wafer away from my teeth
thinking I could die straight to the stars
or wherever it was He floated warm and far
where I swung the censer at Benedictions to the Virgin
praying to better my jump shot from the corner
praying to avoid the dark occasions of sin
where on Fridays in cassock and Windsor knot and
I followed Christ to His dogwood cross
breathing a girl’s skin as I passed, and another’s
trying less and less to dismiss them
where I confessed my petty thefts and unclean dreams
promising never again, already knowing
I would be back flushed with desire and shame
where I stood before couples scrubbed and stiff
speaking their vows, some so hard at prayer
I doubted they could go naked, some so shiny
I knew they already did it and grinned like a fool
where I stood before caskets flanked by thick candles
handing the priest the holy water
feeling the rain trickle down to my face
hearing the worms gnaw in the satin and grinding my teeth
Yet each disappointment Ted felt in his wife, each incremental deflation, was accompanied by a seizure of guilt; many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded in it half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass. Then he folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied. Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act. Then in half again, so he hardly felt it. His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both. Susan was baffled at first, then distraught; she’d hit him twice across the face; she’d run from the house in a thunderstorm and slept at a motel; she’d wrestled Ted to the bedroom floor in a pair of black crotchless underpants. But eventually a sort of amnesia had overtaken Susan; her rebellion and hurt had melted away, deliquesced into a sweet, eternal sunniness that was terrible in the way that life would be terrible, Ted supposed, without death to give it gravitas and shape. He’d presumed at first that her relentless cheer was mocking, another phase in her rebellion, until it came to him that Susan had forgotten how things were between them before Ted began to fold up his desire; she’d forgotten and was happy – had never not been happy – and while all of this bolstered his awe at the gymnastic adaptability of the human mind, it also made him feel that his wife had been brainwashed. By him.
“Life isn’t about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.” – Anonymous
Here is a short piece of advice to all men, lovers, friends, boyfriends and husbands of women out there from The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine, M.D. (make yourself get a copy and read it instead of blaming us for your pitiful lack of understanding…)…
“A woman need to be put in the mood. Before sex, there has to be a soothing and smoothing of the relationship, and she has to be able to stop being annoyed with him. Anger at one’s partner is one of the most common reasons for sexual problems. Many sex therapists say that, for women, foreplay is everything that happens in the twenty-four hours preceding penile insertion. For men, it’s everything that happens three minutes before. Since many parts of a woman’s brain are active at once, she must get into the mood by first relaxing and reconnecting positively with her partner. This is why she needs a good twenty-four hours to get in the mood, and why going on vacation is such an intense aphrodisiac. It allows her to unplug from daily life stress. So men, yes, bring out the flowers, chocolates, and sweet words–they work. A woman can’t be angry at her man and want to have sex with him at the same time. And women, tell your men that if they plan on criticizing you or starting a fight on the day they are hoping to get lucky, they should think again. They will have to wait for the twenty-four hour clock to reset before you’ll be ready.”
Check out this website! 1000 Fights
Image: Jerry Schatzberg/Corbis, 1960
I was lying in the grass and not moving (at the end of the garden). It was the first day of the war. I lay an hour, two hours, I no longer remember how many hours I lay there. The grass grew through me, got entangled in my veins, the wild flowers blossomed out of my fingers and toes. A kind of bindweed began to strangle me, winding from one ear to the other.
- Nina Berberova, The Italics Are Mine 1939