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ruithora · 2 days ago
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/ Steve Schapiro, René Magritte Sleeping at MOMA, New York, 1965.
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ruithora · 2 days ago
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ruithora · 2 months ago
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A coronamento del suo antisoggettivismo, l’opera principale avrebbe dovuto consistere di sole citazioni.
Adorno a proposito di Benjamin
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ruithora · 4 months ago
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On this day:
MOWING DEVIL
On or about August 3, 1678, a diabolic event took place in Herefordshire, England, and a few weeks later, a broadsheet was distributed detailing the circumstances. The publication contained a woodcut entitled, "The Mowing Devil: Or, Strange NEWS out of Hartford-Shire." It tells the story of a farmer who had employed a man to cut down a few acres of his oats. But when the cost was revealed, the farmer declared it too high. The worker refused to lower his quote. The farmer swore that he would rather the devil himself cut the crop than pay such an outrageous amount.
That night a fiery light was observed blazing over the field. The following morning showed that the oats had been cut with eerie exactness, in circles. The farmer was afraid to finish harvesting them. The woodcut inscription said:
“Being a True Relation of a Farmer, who Bargaining with a Poor Mower, about the Cutting down Three Half Acres of Oats: upon the Mower's asking too much, the Farmer swore That the Devil should Mow it rather than He. And so it fell out, that very Night, the Crop of Oat shew'd as if it had been all of a flame: but next Morning appear'd so neatly mow'd by the Devil or some Infernal Spirit, that no Moral Man was able to do the like. Also, How the said Oats lay now in the Field, and the Owner has not Power to fetch them away.”
When rediscovered in 1989, the story was claimed to be an early record of a crop circle, but in this case the crop was cut rather than laid down.
Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009
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ruithora · 4 months ago
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Wang Pei
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ruithora · 4 months ago
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ruithora · 4 months ago
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Henri Le Sidaner - La communiante (detail)
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ruithora · 5 months ago
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It sounded three times, the deer,
then silence - Haiku by Yosa Buson 与謝 蕪村
from Petros Koublis Photography
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ruithora · 5 months ago
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Artist's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rudhacharya/
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ruithora · 5 months ago
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जमुना किनारे मेरो गाव
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ruithora · 5 months ago
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ruithora · 6 months ago
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Il momento distintivo della vera aura è […] l’ornamento, un’incorniciatura ornamentale (das Ornament, eine ornamentale Umzirkung) nella quale la cosa o l’essenza è calata come in un fodero. Dell’aura vera nulla ci dà un’idea migliore dei quadri del tardo Van Gogh, ove tutte le cose – così si potrebbero descrivere questi quadri – sono rappresentate con la loro aura.
Walter Benjamin
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ruithora · 7 months ago
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Giacomo Balla Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash. 1912 oil on canvas 35 3/8 x 43 1/4 in Albright-Knox Art Gallery
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ruithora · 1 year ago
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Günther Uecker (German, 1930), Feld, 1997. Nails and white paint on canvas and on wood, 105 x 75 x 15 cm.
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ruithora · 1 year ago
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Otto Piene (German, 1928-2014), Mama Star, 1982. Oil, fire and traces of smoke on canvas, 68 x 96 cm.
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ruithora · 1 year ago
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Ascolta la quiete, – diceva Margherita al Maestro, e la sabbia frusciava sotto i suoi piedi nudi, – ascolta e godi ciò che non ti hanno mai concesso in vita: il silenzio. Guarda, ecco là davanti la tua casa eterna, che ti è stata data per ricompensa. Già vedo la trifora e la vite che s’attorce e s’alza fino al tetto. Ecco la tua casa, la tua casa eterna. So che alla sera ti verranno a trovare coloro che tu ami, che ti interessanno e che non ti inquieteranno. Suoneranno per te, canteranno per te, vedrai che luce ci sarà nella camera quando saranno accese le candele. Ti addormenterai, col tuo berretto consunto ed eterno, ti addormenterai col sorriso sulle labbra. Il sonno ti rinforzerà e saggi saranno i tuoi pensieri. E mandarmi via ormai non potrai. Il tuo sonno lo proteggerò io.
– Michail Bulgakov, Il maestro e Margherita
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ruithora · 2 years ago
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Philip Alexius de László (detail)
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