#Anatomy of Melancholy

[purkinje-effect]

pulled out an old sketch to work on recently, of the end of anatomy ch85, "pr¡soner's c!nema." choly struggled to fend off the child's attack; but then, they both suddenly had something more pressing to contend with than one another

[sivavakkiyar]

one of the fun things about the Anatomy is that Burton self identifies as a shitty poet, a writer of doggerel, but he does it pretty much constantly. in a way it does kind of remind me of the 1001 nights, which also tends to section off passages with what is widely considered doggerel

[roseofb612]

Hugging your love...

[yourdailysketch]

[baked-potatoes-rule]

"One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague."

Democritus Jr. wishes you a...Fine Marriage? 🤔

[lilithsaintcrow]

"… it became so valuable and popular that he successfully put out five revised and expanded editions. It influenced subsequent medical history and artists like John Keats, Jorge Luis Borges, Samuel Beckett, Anthony Burgess, and Nick Cave.”

[theeladymacbeth]

The Anatomy of Melancholy by Laura Makabresku

[luminlunii]

Coming across human!Hellerby is rare and I really got why when drawing this. It's hard lol

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[lhzthepoet]

If nothing else, I've learned to name things as they are.

The monster in me is no monster. It's just grief.

- Excerpt from This Anatomy of Melancholy // L.H.Z

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Self portrait:

The Anatomy of Melancholy (2022) by Laura Makabresku

[purkinje-effect]

i swear 98 is 95% finished. it's been 95% finished for like a month. i keep finding aspects that need veneer, and waffling whether it'd technically be a rexton nova chapter. the only exception so far for the rule they're all choly self-under fanfic is "exuvium," but he definitely also tried to journal that after the fact

"röntgenizdat" would be another such interval, where he journals it just to try to unpack it, i suppose. i hadn't included it in my count of nova chapters, but that would make four for the third instar, i suppose...

i have a "some sentences someday" to share. hopefully the rest will come along soon

cws for unreliable narrator and erotic themes

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“One thing at a time, chap,” Sticks said. ‘Choly attempted to match breathing patterns with him as he spoke, to self-regulate, but it only served to entangle himself in physicality. “I made you a promise. I'll keep to it. Unlike those stiffs in The Hall, my word means something.”

He wanted to neck so badly in that moment, convinced thoroughly that if only he could lay into his lover with impenitent, gnawing osculation, he could rewire this short circuitry. That's all this was--he'd simply gone too long without indulging his sense of eros. A part of him, still toeing the past, must crave plump, warm lips against his own, but nothing could really, truly satisfy his sensibilities quite like a cracked, leathery, gnashing mouth. Until this moment, he wouldn't have even questioned whether any fraction of his past self could have survived.

He kept repeating to himself, You have Sticks. You have everything you've dreamed of, and then some. Happiness, beyond all things best left forgotten. What's the use in remembering who you used to be? What's the use in pretending you haven't changed as much as you think? Besides, if you're so convinced everything's as made-up as you insist, what's stopping you from having made all this up, too! Narrative be damned! Whatever may be, just enjoy it.

“What did they do to you now?” Fresnel teased.

“Not just me, but all of us. This whole Certs debacle… They really tried to screw us over for good this time.”

I'm nothing, if not entertaining. …If not entertaining, I'm Nothing.

[sivavakkiyar]

Facilia sic putant omnes quae jam facta, nec de salebris cogitant, ubi via strata [when a thing has once been done, people think it easy; when the road is made, they forget how rough the way used to be];

Anatomy of Melancholy, Robert Burton

[firefly-creepy]

"The Anatomy of Melancholy" by Laura Makabresku

[amicus-noctis]

“When I go musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-known. When I build castles in the air, Void of sorrow and void of fear, Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet, Methinks the time runs very fleet. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy."

― Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

Painting: Heinrich Vogeler Sehnsucht "Träumerei" 1900.

[baked-potatoes-rule]

"What cannot be cured must be endured."

Democritus Jr. wishes you a Fine Endurance 😗

[scarletfasinera]

Strongest contenders for media/franchise I could easily consume in its entirety & become an annoying scholar about are currently Sherlock Holmes and The Walking Dead. Vote now on your phones