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ANNA AKHMATOVA

in Poetry of Art by

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

IVAN KRAMSKOY – RUSSIAN PAINTER OF REAL LIFE

in Ivan Kramskoy...Russian Painter of Real Life by

Ivan Kramskoy
Portrait of the Philosopher Vladimir Solovyov, 1885

“The meaning and worth of love, as a feeling, is that it really forces us, with all our being, to acknowledge for ANOTHER the same absolute central significance which, because of the power of our egoism, we are conscious of only in our own selves. Love is important not as one of our feelings, but as the transfer of all our interest in life from ourselves to another, as the shifting of the very centre of our personal life. This is characteristic of every kind of love, but predominantly of sexual love; it is distinguished from other kinds of love by greater intensity, by a more engrossing character, and by the possibility of a more complete overall reciprocity. Only this love can lead to the real and indissoluble union of two lives into one; only of it do the words of Holy Writ say: ‘They shall be one flesh,’ i.e., shall become one real being.”
― Vladimir S. Solovyov, The Meaning of Love

FREEDOM

in My own creations/Uncategorized by

FREEDOM

I am a privileged person, yes I realize this now more then ever.
I am happy most of the times, sometimes not.
I live in a place I have chosen to live, surrounded by people I love and they love me back.
I am able to pay for my every day needs and passions.
I can speak out loud, give my opinion about daily issues or politics in freedom.
I can write whatever I want without being punished.
I am a woman but to me this has always been an advantage. Luckily I was born in a free country where women and men are treated equally.
Unfortunately I am one of the few lucky ones.
Many peoply are not so fortunate…
because of hunger, discrimination, poverty, religion or war.
Yes, I am privileged, my small world is beautiful  but the big world is not.

But now everything is changing…
some people think they have the right to decide what I have to think or feel. If I am saying things they do not approve of they feel they have a duty to kill me just to keep my mouth shut.
What is happening?

But I do not want to be silent, I want to scream NO, STOP, We do not tolerate your extremism and violence. We ignore you and keep on talking, shouting and screaming as much as we like, in Freedom.

January 2015
Monique Lucy Weberink

Mikhail Vrubel. Six winged Seraph (after Pushkin’s poem Prophet), 1905

THE MEANING OF MUSIC

in The Art of Music by

“Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.”
― Ludwig van Beethoven


Max Klinger (1857-1920)
Beethoven Memorial
Marble and bronze

MY LIBRARY IS AN ARCHIVE OF LONGINGS

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“My library is an archive of longings.”
― Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

Writer Susan Sontag shown Jan. 11, 1964. (AP Photo)

A FEELING THAT CAN NOT BE DESCRIBED, ONLY FELT ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

in My own creations by

Seldom I live in this imaginary world
Surrounded by ghostly energy, I can feel it
Nothing else is present in my dream today
All that is there is this huge dark space

I feel haunted now all the time
What scares me most is being alone here
All alone. Without any good soul to accompany me
Just the screams of demons and evil spirits

Joyous feeling, why did you leave me?
You deserted me and left me here all alone
Wandering around in a delirium that is not mine
It takes over my unconsciousness
Going around in circles until I lose direction
Now I can surrender, let myself fall into the deep

Nothing more of me is left other then a black hole
My spirit lost and my body absorbed due gravity

Knowing that I am going to die.

Monique Lucy Weberink

Painting is Angel in Chains by Odilon Redon

DAYDREAMING

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. ”
― Ian McEwan, Atonement

Daydreaming at the Water’s Edge
Henri Martin – 1899

SWEET SWEET MELANCHOLIA

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.”
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
Melancholia
Anthony Frederick Sandys – Date unknown

THE NEW NOVEL

in Women and their Passion for Books by

The New Novel,

Winslow Homer, 1877

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