samedi, août 06, 2011

persistance de la mémoire-interlude

The main purpose of this message will be to stay there's a way to keep the work that've been done, although this is of no interest in the mainstream, I know. And a chance it is to escape censorship.
Yet how long does it last, even here on the internet, one day things disappear and no trace of it anymore. So if some whish here the first installement of the voyeur's studio:

Male nudes in the works of Charles Le Brun
Lebrun pdf
with some that did not find their place here
Dédale et Icare (Hermitage St petersbourg)
 La forge de Vulcain voussure avant le salon de la guerre de la galerie des Glaces
As time goes by, I can't help thinking about this sonnet of Edna Saint-Vincent Millay, which says it all:

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain 
Under my head till morning; but the rain 
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh 
Upon the glass and listen for reply, 
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain 
For unremembered lads that not again 
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. 
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, 
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, 
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: 
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 
I only know that summer sang in me 
A little while, that in me sings no more.
even better when set to music

 Dali Le grand Masturbateur
 Dali La métamorphose de Narcisse (offered to Doctor Freud)
 Dali Persistance de la mémoire aka Les montres molles

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