MAX ERNST ~ ON WOMEN’S NUDITY
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MAX ERNST ~ ON GOOD IDEAS
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D.H. LAWRENCE ~ ROSES
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LOUIS DE BERNIERES ~ FALLING IN LOVE
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away… (Iannis to Pelagia)
CAPTAIN CORELLI’S MANDOLINE
Louis de Bernières
Painting by Kees van Dongen
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MERRY CHRISTMAS
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CHRISTINA ROSSETTI ~ OCTOBER
OCTOBER
Crack your first nut and light your first fire;
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher,
Logs are cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
Spring one soft day will open the leaves,
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves,
Never fancy I’ve tears in my showers;
Dance, nights and days! And dance on, my hours!
Christina Rossetti,
from The Months: A Pageant.
Painting: Autumn Leaves
Sir John Everett Millais – 1855-1856
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FRIDA KAHLO ~ THE CURTAIN OF MADNESS
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s – my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.”
― Frida Kahlo
Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird, was painted by Frida Kahlo in 1940.
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SYLVIA PLATH ~ LONELINESS
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WASSILY KANDINSKY ~ COLOUR IS THE KEY
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