#repose

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REPOSE is a 1-bit styled sci-fi horror dungeon crawler set in data center for the dead internet!

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Alex Venezia (1993-) "Repose"

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Virgilio Costantini (1882-1982, Italian) ~ The Model's Repose, n/d

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REPOSE

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[adventuresofalgy]

Algy had hoped that the wind might die down, at least a bit, but the wind had other ideas… and do did the rain, for although there were occasional bright intervals they were all promptly terminated by sudden torrential downpours.

Algy decided that there was nothing for it but to seek shelter, and there attempt to amuse himself as best he could, until conditions improved. His favourite refuge in his assistants' garden was beneath a small stand of waving bamboo, which grew close to an old wall. The two combined, being on the side of the prevailing wind, provided admirable protection from the weather, and comfort was ensured by a thick carpet of fallen bamboo leaves, which tended to remain dry under the dense canopy.

Settling himself down, Algy reflected that he could perhaps depend on his own fluffy mind to entertain him while he waited for the weather to improve, and so he began to recite:

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall; For why? my mind doth serve for all. I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all: They get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring. Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live. I laugh not at another���s loss, I grudge not at another’s gain; No worldly waves my mind can toss; My state at one doth still remain: I fear no foe, I fawn no friend; I loathe not life, nor dread my end. Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, Their wisdom by their rage of will; Their treasure is their only trust, A cloakèd craft their store of skill; But all the pleasure that I find Is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease, My conscience clear my chief defence; I neither seek by bribes to please, Nor by deceit to breed offence: Thus do I live; thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I!

[Algy is reciting the poem My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is, written in England in the 16th century. But the authorship of the poem is disputed. Edward Dyer was considered the author until the late 20th century, but some now think that it was written by Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford.]

[dougielombax]

Let Spamton live.

Let Spamton heal.

Let Spamton be loved.

Let him know peace and repose.

Let him enter the Domain.

As a treat.

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Repose (Le Repos)

Artist: Édouard Manet (French, 1832-1883)

Date: c. 1871

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Rhode Island School of Design Museum (RISD), Providence, RI, United States

Description

Edouard Manet was a leader in the development of a new pictorial language, and Repose demonstrates elements of his radical style, including dominant contrasts of light and dark tones; broad, tactile paint-handling; and a sense of shallow, compressed space. This representation of the artist Berthe Morisot shocked some viewers, who criticized her casual pose, her informal dress, and her availability as a model. Her gaze suggests reverie, in contrast to the raucous depiction of a pearl diver pursued by a dragon in the Japanese woodblock print above her head. Manet described his painting as a study in physical and psychological repose - “not at all in the character of a portrait.”

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John Singer Sargent- Nonchaloir (Repose), 1911, oil on canvas.

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Repos de la Nuit

[thesainteclectic]

The road ahead is long and aching,

Beset by walls and razor wire,

But there’s no other road I could be taking,

And walls are steep but I’ll climb higher.

You and I will meet,

With bloodied flesh and ruined feet,

For that final, empty sleep,

To lay me down in your arms.

[sabinahahn]

In repose.

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[adventuresofalgy]

The restless wind had rushed through the tall spruces all night, and by the morning it had swept the drenching Scotch mist far, far away… for the moment, at least…

And, much to Algy's astonishment – for the weather birds had told him that it would remain misty and wet all week in the wild west Highlands of Scotland – the sun was beginning to shine. However, the rather-too-brisk south-westerly was ruffling his feathers in a way that was considerably less than pleasant in the cool January air, so, like many of his smaller feathered friends, Algy decided to seek cover in a dense, evergreen bush.

He knew that some of them favoured the handsome bay tree which grew in a sheltered spot in his assistants' garden, so he decided to try it for himself. Settling down on its dense branches, Algy found that it did indeed afford a great deal of protection from the wind, and the invigorating aroma of its leaves, which continued to glow bright green, even in the depths of winter, lifted his winter-weary spirits. Relaxing happily in the arms of the welcoming bush, Algy began to recite, for the benefit of any smaller birds nearby who might not have the advantage of a good literary education:

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow’rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men; Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am’rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress’ name; Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees! wheres’e’er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.

[Algy is reciting the first three verses of the poem The Garden by the 17th century English metaphysical poet and politician Andrew Marvell.]

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REPOSE BY JOHN WHITE ALEXANDER (1895)

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The Tambourine Player in Repose

Artist: Jean-François Portaels (Belgian, 1818-1895)

Date: 19th century

Medium: Oil on cradled panel

Collection: Private collection

Description

Jean-François Portaels studied in Brussels under his father-in-law, François-Joseph Navez, in Paris with Paul Delaroche, and in Rome after winning the Grand Prix de Rome in 1842. The artist traveled extensively on a five-year excursion through Egypt, Algeria, Morocco, Spain, Greece, Hungary and Norway. Upon his return to Belgium, Portaels served as the director of the Ghent Academy from 1847-1850, and from 1863-1865 he taught at the Brussels Academy. The artist was appointed as the director of the Academie Royale des Beaux-Arts in 1878, a long-time aspiration.

He is best known and celebrated for his exotic Orientalist scenes and depictions of Oriental women. The allure of this subject matter with its colorful palette, striking patterns, sumptuous fabrics, bold jewelry and far-away impressions is all notably expressed in The Tambourine player in repose. He took inspiration for this painting and other exotic works of his oeuvre from his vast travels and exposure to the Eastern world. During his role as serving director of the Academy, Portaels had a great influence on an entire generation of Belgian artists and his exotic paintings were responsible for introducing an Orientalist fashion in Belgium.

The artist also became known for his paintings of biblical scenes and portraits of prominent figures.

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