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…because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones that rose
from the dark earth and sang
as white birds in the trees
Because the story of our life
becomes our life
Because each of us tells
the same story
but tells it differently
and none of us tells it
the same way twice…
—Why We Tell Stories - Lisel Mueller (via endofmarch)
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John Martin’s “The Bridge over Chaos, Paradise Lost, Book 10, Line 312 & 347.” Mezzotint, 1824.
Series on view at the BMA now, ultra lush.
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Spoken by Satan
Paradise Lost by John Milton
Book I Lines 254-5
Gustave Dore’s illustation of Satan meeting Sin and Death at the gates of Hell. Inspired by Paradise Lost.
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There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
—Albert Schweitzer (via forbiddenalleys)
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“Terra”, Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1570)
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