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Unidentified arm of the Roman (possibly Hadrianic) variety
Vatican Museum, Rome
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Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured? — Friedrich Nietzsche (via druggedanddyingculture)
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Quartz & Sun on Easter by Orbital Joe on Flickr.
Pierre Julien, Dying Gladiator
I stood there tingling all over, a dangerous clarity returning to me, ancient bloodlines colluding under what I imagine now must of been the very aegis of Mars, my fingers itching to weld into themselves, while directly beneath my sternum a hammer struck the timeless bell of war, a call to arms— — Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via camilla-macauley)
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Yuqi Wang, Pathetique, 1996
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“The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Exhaustion of Melancholia”
(1923 death certificate from New Brunswick, Canada)
Do you know the legend about cicadas?
They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to. — John Berger, from G.: A Novel (vintage, 1972)
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Detail of the Reliquary of the Virgin’s Veil, Southern Netherlands, early 15th century
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So many words, because I can’t touch you. If I could sleep with my arm round you, the ink could stay in the bottle. — D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via distantheartbeats)
"Into the mouthpiece of the machine I spoke, asking, ‘Do you hear me?’" From The Story Hunter or Tales of the Weird and Wild by Ernest Richard Suffling, 1896.