Do not fear the conflict, and do not flee from it; where there is no struggle, there is no virtue. Our faith, trust, and love are proved and revealed in adversities, that is, in difficult and grievous outward and inward circumstances, during sickness, sorrow, and privations.
— St. John of Kronstadt (via kgrigel)
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! He took his vorpal sword in hand: And, as in uffish thought he stood, One, two! One, two! And through and through “And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
— What a great example of how we can make up our own words and those words can still make sense within a context. Language is incredible!
Artist:
Fabien Mérelle
“Pentateuque”
Wit Resin, Paint, Hair and Fabric
30” x 27” x 12” Inches
I looked for the God
In hallways, in cars,
In caterpillars with fuzzy noses,
In rain drops that echoed on
My car’s hood, in left over
Pizza boxes, in empty beer
Bottle cases, in love,
And in fine leather shoes.
He was not any of these places.
I found Him, sitting quietly
And whistling, soft as a lamb’s
Coat, in the bottom of myself,
Swimming with the self-loathing
and pain, like oil and water.
Realist oil painter Lee Price paints self-portraits of herself from an overhead vantage point, primarily in bathrooms while eating junk food.
(via liu-lang)
“Death of a Cyborg”, (2010) by Shorra
The First Mourning, (1888) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
(Source: arrostia, via 2headedsnake)
