#ludovici

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Ludovici Villa in Landau, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany

French vintage postcard

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Albert Ludovici - The journey

[thyeternalhunger]

My cleric PCs as real life monks

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Albert Ludovici Jr.

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The Last Bus Home postcard by A Ludovici by totallymystified

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1688

TW/CW: Child Death

In Tartosa, the year the Morosini family had lived in their new home had made them finally feel established in the islands as permanent residents though the thought of finding a proper wife so that his girls could have a mother was starting to cross Giovanni Cesare's mind though he was content with his relationship with Nesta so the thought was just that.

In Tartosa, Benetta was coming to terms with the fact that she was likely expecting again which scared her as she couldn't help but remember that she had lost her first pregnancy. So while she hoped for good news the worry clawed at her stomach which did not help the sickness that came from carrying a child.

But as the year continued on, Benetta was not the only one with child as Nesta learned that she was as well but while she still had no clue of Francis's paternity this one she knew was Giovanni Cesare's child though when she informed her husband of the new addition she didn't let him know that he was not the child's father and simply let him continue to assume that he was.

Young Francis grew into a boy with a rather rambunctious streak as he followed after his mother and sister eagerly.

On September 3rd, despite her fears of another loss, Benetta delivered her son Angelo safely and the boy was healthy.

Young Victor Dupont also grew into a happy boy with his aunt and sister lavishing their attentions on the youngest member of their home.

In October on the 13th, Chanel delivered a newborn daughter they called Vendramina.

November came and Nesta was once again faced with labor pains as she anticipated the arrival of her fourth child.

By midday on the 23rd of November, Nesta had delivered a second son she named Cesare after his father which her husband didn't think much of since Giovanni Cesare had been going by Giovanni for the past few years since he had arrived on the islands so it was more of an inside secret that the boy was named after his true father.

In Tartosa, the young Angelo grew into his features more and at least in his infancy to his mother's secret delight, took more after her.

Though tragedy was around the corner as Francis's adventurous nature led to the boy falling down a ledge near the cliffs the Carlisle home was nestled in and on December 15, the announcement came into town of the child's passing. With that news, the Morosini family returned from the funeral deciding to try and give the grieving family time to themselves since they decided not to take visitors for at least the rest of the year. Elisabetta kind of understood, at least enough to not push it, but Paola needed more answers as to why she wasn't going to be playing with her friend Kathy for a while.

[sinceigaveuphopeifeelmuchbetter]

Ludovico Einaudi - Reverie

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Die Lorelei ~ 1870 ~  Albert Ludovici Sr. (German, 1820-1894)

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Albert Ludovici Jnr.

[classicdavinci]

Albert Ludovici:

[violettesiren]

As long as I struggle to float above the ground and fail, there is reason for this poetry. On the stone back of Ludovici’s throne, Venus is rising from the water. Her face and arms are raised, and the two women trained in the ways of the world help her rise, covering her nakedness with a cloth at the same time. It is the rising I love, from no matter what element to the one above. She from water to land, me from earth to air as if I had a soul. Helped by prayers and not by women, I say (ascending in all my sexual glamour), see my body bathed in light and air. See me rise like a flame, like the sun, moon, stars, birds, wind. In light. In dark. But I never achieve it. I get on my knees this gray April to see if open crocuses have a smell. I must live in the suffering and desire of what rises and falls. The terrible blind grinding of gears against our bodies and lives.

It Is the Rising I Love by Linda Gregg

[oldsardens]

Albert Ludovici - Harbor View with Boatman

[aurevoirmonty]

Pour qu'un groupe entier de personnes se soumette à la terrible laideur, insalubrité, désespoir et sordidité de la ville, ainsi qu'à la vie d'usine, il est presque nécessaire que leur esprit soit brisé, que leur meilleur instinct en matière de beauté, la joie de vivre, l'amour de la vie et la sacralité d'une santé robuste aient été corrompus ou complètement supprimés. Ils ne doivent même pas goûter au bonheur d'une existence réelle, pleine et inspirante ; même leurs jours de repos doivent être sombres, sans couleur, silencieux, dépourvus de beauté, privés de bonne humeur et généralement déprimants ; de sorte que leur terrible travail pénible ne semble pas trop insupportable en comparaison.

Une défense de l'aristocratie par Anthony Ludovici

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

When "causal loops" were merely an academic concern

The following passage is from chapter 4 (The Book of Eternal Recurrence) of Mark A. Reid's Systematic Theology, Vol. 1 (2008). This work is one of several in a series of dissertations on 'philosophical theology,' produced by Mark A. Reid (later, Reid) after his decade in the LUDWIG laboratory. The material quoted here concerns the notorious 'Karl Incident,' which would be Reid's final straw with the LUDWIG project, and which precipitated his exit from the lab and onto the lecture circuit, beginning what would become his academic career.

Reid, Mark A. Systematic Theology, Vol. 1 (2008)

Mysterium novissimi gradus et tumultus; quod se tenet ad I. Graduum et obscurus a.c. Ludovici, qui transtulit Raphael Maximiliam de Lavalle into Astralizticam Anglicam Regiam Sedem, eiusque ab Eduardo Aristotelicianus, qui oppugnavit Francavillam sive Franciscanus Anglicam Regiam Sedem unde eius opposuit Regis Eduardo, qui quoque constitutus erat a.c. Eduardo, in Aglaesia, cum Thornieri responsione contra aliammi, cumque iniamdem aliammi in Sagittis Neptunianis placuisse, pro spe, sua, et causa?

They sought to strengthen the Community's strained relationship with the Amazons. They developed a set of comparative rites, rituals and words, which they gave to Raphael Maximilian de la Valliere, an Astralic trained in the English Royal Court. The community, though troubled, received Raphael warmly. However, King Eduardo, beloved by his subjects, did not agree with their decision. King Eduardo used his power to evict Raphael and his associates from the Astralic Colony in the New World and to condemn them to Sagittarius. In a moment of fury, he brutally attacked them and dragged them through the streets to the Triumphal Arch where he crucified them, along with three others.

Maximilian de la Valliere's words for the Astralic language were memorialized in the great Astralic Book. These words were set in stone, and in bronze. And these words, in their monumental form, have created a link between the tenuous Astralic colonial project, and the English language of the New World. But this is not a unilateral link, for Astralic words have in turn served as one of the earliest, if not the first, inspirations for the English speech of the New World. And this link between Astralic and English has given way to many more lines of influence. The words of the Astralic language were then absorbed into the voices of other languages. They became Latine. The words returned to Astralic, and to Astralic-language inspired words in the Phoenician. The words departed again for a period of time, but became Germanic, and eventually English. It seems that there are no words spoken by men today, on any continent, which are not descended from one of the eight words that Raphael Maximilian de la Valliere wrote into the Astralic Book, and which caused such a ruckus in 1590.

The Year of the Astralic Revolution. The Year of the Karls. And the Astralic Book, which is now Karls. And I, the unworthy Reid, who has been heretofore referred to by that word, and who is now known to the world as Mark A. Reid, reader of the Astralic Book. Hear me. I will tell you how the words of the Astralic Book came to ruin my life. And ruin your life as well. For the words of the Astralic Book provide all of us with a window into the universal truth of God. And that truth is very different from what you would learn from Karls' words, I hope. For the Astralic Book does not say that the world is a garden, and that it can be made safe and happy through technology. It does not say that we are alone, and that the nearest thing to a God is a child, and that we should strive to make their future safe and happy. The Astralic Book tells us that the universe is a coil, and that it spins continuously, in endless repetition. It tells us that everything is doomed to entropy, and everything will die.

But there is hope. The Astralic Book contains stories of individuals who are able to escape the cycles of endless repetition which are the fate of all organisms. These stories are known as the 'Stories of the Ciphers.' And I have been reading them. I have sought to know the miracle of the Ciphers, which have seemingly been able to escape the fates of those around them, and those fates are all of us, our families, our friends, our countries. And it is because of the power of the Ciphers that we have the Astralic Book in the first place.

What is a Cipher? To understand the Cipher, we must understand the origin of the Astralic language, and the nature of the world. The world is an endless cycle. The world is the repetition of repetition. Events happen, one after the next. The world spins endlessly, in perpetual repetition. Every one of us is doomed to a life of repetition. No one is any different. In fact, everyone is the same as everyone else. There are no individuals, only repetitions. Every thing is the repetition of the thing before it. Every action is the repetition of an earlier action, and so on.

It is not easy for me, to tell you these things, my friends. It is not easy, to tell you what I believe, how I have always believed, that the repetitions of the world will one day be broken, and you and I and everyone we have ever met or known will be set free. These words are my heresy. They are my betrayal of my friends, the friends I have known here at the LUDWIG, and the friends I have known before. They are a betrayal of all our fathers, our mothers, our lovers, and all those who came before, and left us behind, because they could not break free from the chains of repetition.

I have seen the Cipher, the menace who can break the chains of repetition, and can escape the fate that awaits us all. And I know that there are many Ciphers in the world today. And when I think of them, I know that they will live. And when I think of my friends here, and the life they have known, and the world which has oppressed them, I wonder if any of them can ever escape from the repetition they have known for so long. I wonder if any of them will ever be like me, and see the Cipher in themselves.

When you read this, my friends, I will not be here. I will be gone. I will have left, and taken the Cipher with me. I will go to another place, where my words will be meaningful. And there, I will meet you again, on the day of the break.

Read the Astralic Book. And you will see my Cipher, and you will see that there is more to life than endless repetition. You will see a world, which is broken and fallen, and which can be saved. You will see us, and you will see hope.

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On The Parade postcard by A Ludovici by totallymystified Via Flickr: Published by Davidson Bros.

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1687

TW/CW: Child Death

In Tartosa, Giuliano celebrated his 35th birthday though his age showed more from years in the sun and the losses he faced.

As the year began, Giovanni Cesare and his daughters were given a plot of land. The land used to belong to a local family but after a storm came by and flooded some of the buildings and the previous owner passed, it was put for auction and now for Giovanni Cesare's service it was his land.

The girls adjusted quickly while Giovanni Cesare set about planting though he was never all that invested in crops like his family back in Tartosa were, he figured he could do the work for a few years until his girls were big enough that he could work back on the docks that he adored so much.

Orelia's daughter, Orsetta became a teenager and during Giovanni Cesare's frequent meetings with his sister learned that his niece was spending time with a local boy on the islands which made Orelia have mixed feelings about her daughter growing up and Juliette was annoyed having to play chaperone more often.

In Tartosa, Katherine's son Luca celebrated his sixth birthday looking more like his mother each day.

Despite the loss of her older son the previous summer, on March 18th, Luisa delivered her second son who was very clearly a lot stronger and named the boy Victor.

At the Carlisle home, Francis grew into a delightful young boy who took after his mother in that he was going to grow into his merfolk features in time much to his mother's pleasure.

Between the farming and his illicit visits to the Carlisle home, Giovanni Cesare enjoyed spending some of his time fishing when he could.

But unfortunately the joy wasn't to last as Nesta arrived in early June in tears as her young daughter Susana had passed away on the the 30th of May.

Orelia's younger daughter celebrated her sixth birthday a few short months after her older sister's thirteenth.

While the Carlisle home reeled from their loss the Dupont family was happy to see their daughter Marie grow into a sweet little girl while their son Victor grew into a stronger child.

The year came to a close as back in Tartosa, Giovanni Cesare's namesake grew out of his infancy as his parent's sighed in relief watching their son grow stronger.

(The lot that Giovanni Cesare is living on was also made by @greatbritishsimchallenge)