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Albert Monier: La nuit sur la Seine, circa 1950
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Right alongside Jerusalem, in a Russian Orthodox Convent in Mount of Olives, lives the 82 year-old Estonian nun Mother Ksenya. Although inside the convent’s cement walls the clock is never set and life still follows the Julius calendar, the 20 years that Mother Ksenya has spent there have passed by in a flash. In the hierarchy of the nunnery she has now achieved the second-to-last level. She is heading towards complete silence, the Great Schema. But before that she has been given permission to tell the story of her life for the very last time.
(Source: silmviburlane.ee)
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“Yet no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a webbing
made of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours(Source: liquidnight)
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Vincent van Gogh - The Winter Garden. 1884
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Giacomo Manzù (Giacomo Manzoni) - Porta della Morte (detail), Basilica di San Pietro, Roma (1964.)
Laps nägi unes lindu
See oli kivine lind -
"We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us."
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undr:
Suzanne aux Tuileries, 1974
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"No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless its roots reach down to Hell."- Carl Jung
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via xo-skeleton)
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Jack Burman
The man who photographs the Dead.
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Visioni di Aprile #03
Ladoni (Le Palme delle Mani)
Artour Aristakisian (1993)
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![jahsonic:
Nada. Ello lo dice.
“Nada. Ello lo dice/Nada. Ello dirá” (English “Nothing. It says./Nothing. It will say”) is the title of an etching[1][2] by Francisco Goya from the The Disasters of War series. It shows a corpse pushing up the lid of its tomb, on which is traced a single word: Nada.
The title of plate 69 was altered as “apparently … too nihilistic” from Goya’s “Nada. Ello lo dice” to “Nada. Ello dirá” (Wilson-Bareau, 57).
See also nada.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/901100d16b8ac6273c69c4a91f27c8ac/tumblr_ml8vf2qdje1qz4yqio1_500.jpg)
“Nada. Ello lo dice/Nada. Ello dirá” (English “Nothing. It says./Nothing. It will say”) is the title of an etching[1][2] by Francisco Goya from the The Disasters of War series. It shows a corpse pushing up the lid of its tomb, on which is traced a single word: Nada.
The title of plate 69 was altered as “apparently … too nihilistic” from Goya’s “Nada. Ello lo dice” to “Nada. Ello dirá” (Wilson-Bareau, 57).
See also nada.
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The Night Migrations
by Louise Glück
This is the moment when you see again
the red berries of the mountain ash
and in the dark sky
the birds’ night migrations.It grieves me to think
the dead won’t see them—
these things we depend on,
they disappear.What will the soul do for solace then?
I tell myself maybe it won’t need
these pleasures anymore;
maybe just not being is simply enough,
hard as that is to imagine. -
undr:
Demolition Man. 1900
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“I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person.To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.Trees are massacred, houses go up, faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.”
— E.M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
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Tibor Honty - Sans Titre, 1963
