.".. hopeless, we live forever in desire. " Canto-iv, Divina Commedia, Dante Algiehri

A sherbet fountain of clematis for #FlowersonFriday Coggeshall, Essex.

“You train yourself in the art of being mysterious to everyone. My dear friend! What if there were no one, who cared about guessing your riddle, what pleasure would you then take in it?”

An oak tree on the banks of a stream, Gibb Hey near New Mills. Here’s a short video of this same moment youtu.be/dNjc-1xa5M4?si…

John Berryman, 'Dream Song 377'

'We all fear loneliness, madness, dying. Shakespeare and Walt Whitman, Leopardi and Hart Crane will not cure those fears. And yet these poets bring us fire and light.' Harold Bloom

Jungian psychologist Marie-Louise von Franz on the reality of wasted potential, brutal

The religious function is probably the strongest drive in the human psyche. If it is not directed towards its natural goal it loads up the other areas of life and gives them an unmerited emotionality. — Marie-Louise von Franz, Shadow and Evil in Fairytales

Leonardo da Vinci - La Scapigliata, c.1508

Hip, Hip, Hurrah!, by Danish painter Peder Severin Krøyer (1888). Gothenburg Museum of Art.

« Picking Daisies » (1905) Hermann Seeger (1857–1945)

I hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, depression, or a wound that wouldn't close.

Botticelli Angeli

My Boy, sadly he took his own life in 2024. I woke up this morning without a txt on my phone. I cried, the emptiness of losing your only child weighs heavy on the soul. I love you my boy, I miss you terribly.

A Guiding Star

A Midsummer Night's Dream by Gustave Doré (1870)

The Fallen Angel's Lament.

type of shit i been liking since they made likes public again

Probably one of the most fascinating elements of memory to me is how you can carry so many dormant scenes in your mind, and a single smell, laugh, gust of wind, or line of text, brings it back. That’s why Proust is awesome. And why idly sitting in a chair doing nothing, is great

in an English country garden…