i who have seen you amid the primal things
was angry when they spoke your name
in ordinary places.
caravaggio, judith beheading holofernes, 1598-1599

caravaggio, judith beheading holofernes, 1598-1599

If life were merely a habit, I should commit suicide; but even now, more or less desperate, I cannot but think, ‘Something wonderful may happen.’ It is not optimism, it is a rejection of self-pity (I hope) which leaves a loophole for life… I merely choose to remain living out of respect for possibility. And possibility is the great good.
egon schiele, dead mother, 1910

egon schiele, dead mother, 1910

gustav klimt, philosophy, medicine and jurisprudence, 1900-1907

adolf hirémy-hirschl, souls on the banks of the acheron, 1898

adolf hirémy-hirschl, souls on the banks of the acheron, 1898

hans makart, the five senses, 1872-79

hans makart, the five senses, 1872-79

foxesinbreeches:

Le seau from the series I am who I was by Karel Fonteyne, 1974
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foxesinbreeches:

Le seau from the series I am who I was by Karel Fonteyne, 1974

Also

I’ve been out walking
I don’t do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

I’ve stopped my rambling,
I don’t do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I’ll see another highway.

I had a lover,
I don’t think I’ll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It’s just that I’ve been losing so long.

I’ve stopped my dreaming,
I won’t do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don’t confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

michelangelo antonioni, le amiche 1955