#Cincinnatus C.

[lisapishihina]

[lux-vitae]

Head Study for “Cincinnatus” by George Frederic Watts (c. 1845)

[lesfleursdumal77]

cincinnatus c.

semirealism and cartoony version :]

[karlperi]

Histoire d'Haïti: Président François C. Antoine Simon et sa famille, Haïti. François C. Antoine Simon (10 octobre 1843 - 10 mars 1923) est un général haïtien devenu président de la République de 1908 à 1911. Il mit fin au pouvoir de Nord Alexis alors qu'il était entré en conflit avec ce dernier. Alors que les revenus traditionnels liés à la monoculture du café s'étaient effondrés, Antoine Simon planifiait de lancer l'exploitation de la BANANE pour permettre au pays de se moderniser. Pour ce faire il lança un emprunt de 65 millions de francs auprès d'un consortium franco-allemand, puis après diverses pressions, incluant aussi des intérêts américains. Il passa, dans le cadre de cet objectif, un contrat dit contrat Mac-Donald avec les États-Unis et avec les revenus dégagés par ces contrats d'exportation, il fit construire par une autre société américaine, la création d'un chemin de fer entre Cap-Haitien à Port-au-Prince. La dépossession des terres agricoles nécessaires à la production de la banane et les conditions de cet emprunt resteront une source d'incompréhension au sein de l'opinion publique haïtienne d'autant qu'il s'agissait d'un pari osé, qui promettait soit la richesse du pays soit une dépendance financière totale vis-à-vis des Américains. Cincinnatus Leconte prit la tête d'une révolte paysanne et le renversa. La Compagnie des chemins de fer du Nord, dite « ligne McDonald », restera en service jusqu'à ce que les rails fussent vendus, à la fin des années 1970. https://www.instagram.com/p/CnGQdhUucBL0aea4V0fmhDuxx_JmxHUoBQW9Jc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[liberty1776]

Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus (c. 519 – c. 430 BC) was a Roman patrician, statesman, and military leader of the early Roman Republic who became a legendary figure of Roman virtue—particularly civic virtue—by the time of the late Republic.Cincinnatus became a legend to the Romans. Twice granted supreme power, he held on to it for not a day longer than absolutely necessary. He consistently demonstrated great honour and integrity. In the Statue he is shown returning the fascis, a bundle of rods with a projecting axe blade, an emblem of authority in Republican Rome.

“Cincinnatus” Eleftherios Karkadoulias 1982 Statue of Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus located in Sawyer Point Park, Cincinnati, Ohio.

[deadpanwalking]

Deadpan, can you talk about Pnin? This is the Pnin anon btw. I finished the novel and now I’m sad. Maybe I’m dumb, I didn’t understand the ending. I came to care about Pnin and now he’s gone...

Can we talk about the bowl? I'm obsessed with the bowl.

This exquisite thing is a gift from a young man who barely knew him, but still intuited that he deserved to have it, that Timofey was not the sum total of his mediocrity and neuroses and clumsiness and poor English; Victor watched Pnin with the same impassive curiosity with which he regarded the squares that he used to copy as a young child, then sent him this luminous, prismatic, fragile bowl for the exact same unsentimental reason he'd draw a smaller square next to the large one: like to like. Victor's artistic genius allows him to see past the banal fixed shape of things, and he sees an incorruptible dusha, which survived exile, heartbreak, the many indignities of academia.

This is you, says Victor, when he gives him the lovely bowl. This is you‚ agrees the universe, when Pnin thinks he's shattered it—just like he breaks everything—and it's miraculously intact. The narrator is nearly omniscient and understands almost everything except for this—he sees a pathetic, toothless imbecile standing in front of the sink, but I see a man who has just awakened from a terrible nightmare, illuminated by light.

The very last glimpse we get of Pnin, he is leaving behind Waindell and the narrative (taking the little white dog with him is a pretty huge dick swing), where he was pitied and condescended to, where his sole use was to prop up others, where even after so many years, he was a guest in somebody else's home, somebody else's country, somebody else's life. I personally like to think Timofey went to live at The Pines (aka The Old Friends Russian Émigré Sanctuary), but that is a tarot card which necessarily remains unturned—this clockwork universe is predicated on forced perspective. What's important is that our cynical narrator is all but gloating about Pnin's departure, yet he's the one stuck at Waindell eating kidney and fish with a bunch of insufferable assholes, telling the same corny anecdote. Meanwhile, the punchline is driving away in a blue sedan—Pnin is silly, but finally, finally free.

HATERS WILL SEE YOU ESCAPE FROM THE PRISON OF THEIR MISERABLE NARRATIVE IN POSSESSION OF AN UNSPEAKABLY GORGEOUS GLASS BOWL THAT REPRESENTS THE REDEMPTIVE, ENDURING POWER OF ART AND BRING UP THE TIME YOU GOT ON THE WRONG TRAIN

[stoicbreviary]

Sayings of Pittacus

Pittacus of Mytilene (c. 640-568 BC) was considered one of the Seven Sages of Greece, a collection of statesmen and philosophers who were especially admired for offering wisdom and establishing justice. 

We now have only a smattering of sayings attributed to him, though we know from the historians that he saved his people from a bloody war by challenging and defeating the Athenian general in single combat. He was made absolute ruler as a reward for his service, a position which he used to reform the laws for the benefit of the people. Considering his work done, he resigned his authority after ten years and returned to a private life. 

Much like Cincinnatus, Pittacus appears to be one of those extremely rare men who possessed the character to be a benevolent "tyrant", and was not corrupted by the acquisition of power. 

Forgiveness is better than revenge. 

It is better to pardon now than to repent later.

Whatever you do, do it well. 

Power shows the man. 

Even the gods cannot strive against necessity. 

It is difficult for man to be genuinely good. 

Achieve victories without blood.  

Practice piety. 

Love temperance. 

Do not reproach a man with his misfortunes, fearing lest Nemesis may overtake you. 

Do not say beforehand what you are going to do; for if you fail, you will be laughed at. 

Forbear to speak evil not only of your friends, but also of your enemies. 

Cultivate truth, good faith, experience, cleverness, sociability, and industry. 

Know your opportunity. 

Whatever you rebuke your neighbor for, do not do it yourself. 

What is agreeable? Time. Obscure? The future. Trustworthy? The earth. Untrustworthy? The sea. 

Duly restore what has been entrusted to you. 

It is for wise men to forsee, before the difficult things come, so that they do not happen. It is for the brave to face them, should they happen.

[si-national-portrait-gallery]

Cincinnatus Hiner Miller, Sumner Bradley Heald, c. 1875, Smithsonian: National Portrait Gallery

Size: Image/Sheet: 9.7 × 5.8 cm (3 13/16 × 2 5/16") Medium: Albumen silver print

https://npg.si.edu/object/npg_NPG.79.152

[mihai-florescu]

Im still waiting. Was supposed to start half an hour ago... i am just like Cincinnatus C

Waiting for a feedback session (the previous person is going overtime i think...) like a prisoner on death row waiting for the guillotine to fall

[libidomechanica]

Fresh, when alone

Fresh, when alone, the worms that  I made a faery loadstool, what  it hath their tone, thousands are, and  errors and yield, that sea, 

and those good to speake, shall I unveil  her veil, insatiate dim like sold giv ing in have in floor wretch turns that beneath  careless the beach with 

here; with could be procreature  will never pannel of the  image of waters were care  not seeing question rathern 

down her sun; short of fier, and then, that,  throught or the stoppd, once my wealthier  lurked for Juan, then my banks, you  to see the maid, whatever 

had charms, where strong in  its the heart had been some,  while about into the  stood, slanderd like bubbles, upon 

her sight, and, each by a though but to  kiss they fed with me into  grown hand are, from all  dampd. Empty skies just exercise 

his eyes to sometimes  dry as from myself have sun, the  dormitory hart of kings. Wet wishd, gone,  to steal oer high, but dream, where 

was a Veil pastor any  ones ear; and I do thawd the  gleam of Cincinnatus, and not, whose silence;  shoals round, and the tried; 

for a little where most unflesh  waves; so nightly                                               or fame much it  cloy thy gay boy whose be Willye is over,  with much the iron 

bit heat on him, in loved as  in his hang the thankless he  sweet beat would impose here seek that ye whole  settled my young, and crocket-book 

through oer the waves still green said anon, life- poison, for a flasks these than  skies joind her like vomits (he careless cries, would  mouth with undauntlesse lattery—

even we have coming what in  blasphemy, desire spurrd by any.) But  ten times the giue but self him, and,  history, till not fell in 

parted; if I hard, and sorrow  she eue, he mid-day be found a  young like a pleasure, which madly, for  she murmur of merry-make; 

he made to the phrase? Or at  sunshines buys my woe, as you might into  the nighted for  mischief your redeeming at 

time to befall, when he did  fret, when I caught in  payned, but, no less halved pierced, which pass these walked  ere was left him of 

hello. D vulture, conduct  that seal. From bed. None and they c ame a mother itself at see, so I waste all  asunders, is sought you over 

her to make comfort heart is anatomical  condescribe  of the loud and eye and  lean, we allowing, and they ho 

the present, no doubt, like  to kindly their Sundays hour  of sleep, and that my feet water,  and bloom renew the 

Long the oldest prying her own, and  through number wheel; my eyes every  them given thought to  get a power weeping? There 

was ratherine, misled, draw throng it  waits own and the rings and  Haidee show its road and thus which all  thine many mast words, askd is gone 

with eager comparate; and me  still with the swallow  my black her by princesses unfold, but  oer his deflower. And you 

need heart, and the same daily worth— and “ Europe frosty in longer—in  face, sweet off the gaudy flower hand of  thing detailed his lost lose in 

its wine, passed from their numerous vestals,  no one, that I sawe soars the  poor binds a jelly: (Poore Night, admonised  I have except the lies 

At seems most those Door arriving Foot so longer;  in his work on his he,  poor Man! that Juan, and your ‘for  thighs, that none by rule, would observitors. 

That the brides-men, and  if the sermons tars, twilight, than  in a pelisse fit; never she and  wreakd of cool and lovely 

loitering, from the peep, beasts, ranger  had fixd my own door as they end; but he  was fate, by turn round, no more many- colourd in thee not ever beating 

the being waves, and so sweet, such  a piece of liuing a hut on;  your butchers difference the  old—born is gone the birds 

sunken waited to passion can  blind eye’ for one; my though seldom  kept fast man on white and was  pale cries— of all the 

cold; when their own handsome kiss  early gone weep in whose pamphlets, and,  alas, to pleasant at the praising  his water. Still away come 

ancient came the like two hand his  strawd with are details  her song. And so tender, this sour  unweand; feel with 

moved, lookd upon me, which is my wax-red  closed, by who would Juans sometheart up such a  few are that Psyche weathe, the  slew. That I should relight. If 

the tree, for souls are grey lighter  grave surge of sterline its pinnacle  of bread unwelcome once replies  the bitter of the 

violets to the  told alone, lifting offerd, and anon,  lift him or ‘bouts archie:) i, I, O  I, maybe the duke! And 

we swiftly she winter woman smokes we should have  been wheresoeer’ dreamed, and the  space saw the creatise many teares  vnto medle so nobody 

stings upon your good queuing underness  a way and proud, and fiery  like a blest; the fates that careless.  Which compared and from 

their bed of sun blood, and pain a will  was dressd to respecially  wrong,” ah, leaf wrapt, so strikes my wealth; when  only that we finishd 

boar to be dry. He wish to  saved on their steady, to breast, til  you wake men making but sooner she fought, and  the Mogul a doubt, as 

deathd dead I will his pale with  that is back were sea! Or  ten. In shorn our cups again  her maiden, husband, thence strong.

[harvard-art-museums-drawings]

Head of Cincinnatus Turned Three-Quarters Right, Domenico Beccafumi, c. 1529-1535, Harvard Art Museums: Drawings

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Henry P. McIlhenny, Class of 1933 Size: actual: 25 x 17.3 cm (9 13/16 x 6 13/16 in.) Medium: Tempera (and/or oil), charcoal, and stylus, varnished overall, on paper

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/298618

[cdelphiki]

I just realized from the mention of your username inspiration that I have been reading it wrong, constantly, for as long as I’ve seen it. I’ve always thought it was ‘cdelphi’ like the oracle of Delphi and I just kinda went haha cool and now I feel like a Fool because I not once registered that your username is cdelphiki

:D It’s a weird name, I know.  It’s like C. Delphiki, pronounced “See Dell Fee Key.” It’s short for “Cincinnatus Delphiki,” who is Bean’s son from Shadows in Flight. Someone pointed out to me it could have been after Carlotta Delphiki, and that would make more sense being that I’m a girl and all.  Also, Cincinnatus goes by “Sergeant,” but whatever.  Sergeant is my favorite of Bean’s kids, so that’s the one I picked to use as an alias.  😂

Honestly, I never intended to like..... make a name out of it?  It’s an alias email I’ve had for like 8 years or something. I just used it to sign up for Ao3 because I wasn’t using it anymore and it isn’t overrun by spam.  I had never intended on like.... writing and posting to my ao3. Just subscribing and bookmarking, but here we are. Two years later.  

[mornington-the-crescent]

Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus is appointed to a second term as Dictator (c. 458 BC, colorized)

[albannikolaiherbst]

"Niemand soll mich mir nehmen": Nabokov lesen, 30. Einladung zur Enthauptung oder "Der letzte Mensch".

“Niemand soll mich mir nehmen”: Nabokov lesen, 30. Einladung zur Enthauptung oder “Der letzte Mensch”.

                                                  Dies ist das blinde Ende                                                                        dieses Lebens, und ich hätte                                                              Rettung nicht innerhalb                                                                       seiner Grenzen suchen sollen.                                        …

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

INVITATION TO A BEHEADING Invitation to a Beheading embodies a vision of a bizarre and irrational world; in an unnamed dream country, the young man Cincinnatus C. is condemned to death by beheading for “gnostical turpitude.

[librarianreadseverything]

This book is really hard to review because it’s just such a strange novel. It ostensibly captures the last days of Cincinnatus C., a man condemned to death by beheading for “gnostical turpitude” a crime without meaning or definition. The cast of characters is as strange as the crime, and the entire plot takes on the feeling of some sort of hallucination. It feels as if Cincinnatus, knowing his last day is approaching (although for most of the novel he doesn’t know exactly when it will arrive) begins to shake off his mortal coil. Thus it is (not a spoiler here, it’s literally written on the back cover) that when he finds himself on the executioner’s block, he literally walks out of the world he’s occupying. 

It has a very Kafka feel to it. There’s a sorta illogical logic like scenes with the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland. The whole novel leaves you with a giant question mark over your head asking, “What the hell did I just read?!”