Caress the detail, the divine detail.
Vladimir Nabokov
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“Between subtle shading and the absence of light lies the nuance of iqlusion.”
Finally, a New Clue to Solve the CIA's Mysterious Kryptos Sculpture | WIRED
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Isaac Taylor - Table of Runes, “Greeks and Goths: A Study on the Runes”, 1879.
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Rereading, an operation contrary to the commercial and ideological habits of our society, which would have us "throwaway" the story once it has been consumed ("devoured"), so that we can then move on to another story, buy another book, and which is tolerated only in certain marginal categories of readers (children, old people, and professors), rereading is here suggested at the outset, for it alone saves the text from repetition (those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere), multiplies it in its variety and its plurality: rereading draws the text out of its internal chronology ("this happens before or after that") and recaptures a mythic time (without before or after); it contests the claim which would have us believe that the first reading is a primary, naive, phenomenal reading which we will only, afterwards, have to "explicate," to intellectualize (as if there were a beginning of reading, as if everything were not already read: there is no first reading, even if the text is concerned to give us that illusion by several operations of suspense, artifices more spectacular than persuasive); rereading is no longer consumption, but play (that play which is the return of the different). If then, a deliberate contradiction in terms, we immediately reread the text, it is in order to obtain, as though under the effect of a drug (that of recommencement, of difference), not the real text, but a plural text: the same and new.
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Face of Lúcifer , Detail
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An offering
Caroline Eyer
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Senza titolo da Eleonora S.
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Nuptial Sleep
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:
And as the last slow sudden drops are shed
From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,
So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start
Of married flowers to either side outspread
From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,
Fawned on each other where they lay apart.
Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.
Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams
Of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day;
Till from some wonder of new woods and streams
He woke, and wondered more: for there she lay.
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The fact that it’s Jeremy against an Edward Gorey set basically makes this the best thing ever.
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Misses Blount
by Frances Benjamin Johnston
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