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cc. 1880-1910, [cabinet card, portrait of a musician with her zither]
via Obscurio, Etsy](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m41bvhd7c61qa51rdo1_500.jpg)
"With one day’s reading a man may have the key in his hands."
— Ezra Pound (via whatokay)
I guess I could write something. But really, this is so awesome, it needs to stand by itself.
Now this is cosplay!
(Source: beatonna)
Peredvizhniki often called The Wanderers or The Itinerants in English, were a group of Russian realist artists who in protest at academic restrictions formed an artists’ cooperative; it evolved into the Society for Travelling Art Exhibitions in 1870.
The Peredvizhniki (from left to right): Grigoriy Myasoyedov, Konstantin Savitsky, Vasily Polenov, Sergey Ammosov, Alexander Kiselev, Yefim Volkov, Nikolai Nevrev, Vasily Surikov, Vladimir Makovsky, Alexander Litovchenko, Ivan Shishkin, Carl Lemoch, Ivan Kramskoi, Nikolai Yaroshenko, Ilya Repin, Pavel Bryullov, Ivanov (manager of Peredvizhniki cooperative), Nikolay Makovsky, Alexander Beggrov
(via collectivehistory)
"This web of time — the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries — embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist. In this one, in which chance has favored me, you have come to my gate. In another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In yet another, I say these very same words, but am an error, a phantom… Time is forever dividing itself toward innumerable futures…"
—
Jorge Luis Borges (via nirvikalpa)
"From the very beginning I felt that the problem of the present age is the enormous amount of gloom that everyone takes for granted. When I was in Paris in the early 1950s, Samuel Beckett had just been discovered. Waiting for Godot was on in Paris and I thought ‘What fucking shit! Who is this half-witted Irishman who’s going around saying life’s not worth living? Why doesn’t he just blow his brains out and shut up?’ I felt the same about Graham Greene and Evelyn Waugh, and later on others such as William Golding. I had always had a passionate feeling that certain people I deeply approved of – like G K Chesterton, who spoke of ‘absurd good news’, for example – and people like Thomas Traherne… the mystics in general, that they were saying that we’re basically blind. One of my basic obsessions is what I call the bullfighter’s cape. Ordinary reality is permanently in front of our eyes, rather like the bullfighter who keeps a cape in front of the bull. It’s only when he twists his head that the bull can see straight ahead. Someone like Beckett just accepts the cape and leaves it there."
— Colin Wilson (via zerogate)
(Source: forteantimes.com, via zerogate)
