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[razorsadness]

World/Inferno Friendship Society // Chicago, IL // summer 2005

[instrumentsdumonde]

🎵 Partez à la découverte de l'ultime trésor sonore : le Bol Chantant de Peter Hess, qui incarne la pureté et l'harmonie. Procurez-vous-le dès maintenant.

[vapolitique]

La vieille alliance entre puritains et cigarettiers renaît dans la presse suisse-allemande

La revue suisse-allemande Beobachter a publié un article sur les méthodes d’influence des cigarettiers le 15 mars. Absent de marque de son panorama, le rôle du discours puritain contre les moyens de réduction des risques au profit du maintien des ventes de cigarettes. Une stratégie classique qui avait pourtant déjà été mise en oeuvre par les cigarettiers en Suisse. Y a t-il une face cachée à…

[chaoticmiserablelover]

How some straight men in classic literature act: women are smart and beautiful, but they seem so out of reach. 

Anyway, here is my best friend. He is so beautiful. He is the one person I can trust. We might have kissed a few times in this novel, like all good friends do. Did I mention how beautiful he is in this feminine way? It takes my breath away.

[mourningmaybells]

writers when they write a story with catholic or christian related themes and decide to name one character "Damien"

[theglasschild]

“I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.” ― Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind

[daisies-and-cosmos]

Dee Hess photographed by Peter Basch (c. 1956)

[hiddennotions]

Peter Outerbridge as William Easton in Saw VI (2009)

Song: Poker Face - Lady Gaga

[theintexp]

The Battle of Borodino on 26 August 1812 by Peter von Hess

The Battle of Borodino took place near the village of Borodino on 7 September (O.S. 26 August) 1812 during Napoleon's invasion of Russia. The Grande Armée won the battle against the Imperial Russian Army, but failed to gain a decisive victory and suffered tremendous losses. Napoleon fought against General Mikhail Kutuzov, whom the Emperor Alexander I of Russia had appointed to replace Barclay de Tolly on 29 August (O.S. 17 August) 1812 after the Battle of Smolensk. After the Battle of Borodino, Napoleon remained on the battlefield with his army; the Imperial Russian forces retreated in an orderly fashion southwards. Because the Imperial Russian army had severely weakened the Grande Armée, they allowed the French occupation of Moscow, using the city as bait to trap Napoleon and his men. The failure of the Grande Armée to completely destroy the Imperial Russian army, in particular Napoleon's reluctance to deploy his Imperial Guard, has been widely criticised by historians as a huge blunder, as it allowed the Imperial Russian army to continue its retreat into territory increasingly hostile to the French. Approximately a quarter of a million soldiers were involved in the battle, and it was the bloodiest single day of the Napoleonic Wars.

Although the Battle of Borodino is classified as a victory for Napoleon since he and his men managed to capture Moscow, the fierce defense of the Imperial Russian Army devastated the Grande Armée to such an extent that it caused France and its army to become militarily impuissant. Also, the city was actually used as bait to lure and trap the French forces. When Napoleon and his men visited the city, he found that it was burnt and abandoned upon his arrival. While Napoleon was in Moscow, he sent a letter to the tsar who was residing in Saint Petersburg demanding that he surrender and accept defeat. Napoleon received no response. Whilst patiently waiting for an answer from the tsar, as soon as the cold winter and snowfall started to form, Napoleon, realizing what was happening, attempted to escape the country with his men. Seeing that they were fleeing, the Imperial Russian army launched a massive attack on the French. Attrition warfare was used by Kutuzov by burning Moscow's resources, guerrilla warfare by the Cossacks against any kind of transport and total war by the peasants against foraging. This kind of warfare weakened the French army at its most vulnerable point: logistics, as it was unable to pillage Russian land, which was insufficiently populated nor cultivated, meaning that starvation became the most dangerous enemy long before the cold joined in. The feeding of horses by supply trains was extremely difficult, as a ration for a horse weighs about ten times as much as one for a man. It was tried in vain to feed and water all the horses by foraging expeditions. Of the more than 600,000 soldiers who invaded the Russian Empire, fewer than 100,000 returned. Sources. The Battle of Borodino, from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[galleryofart]

Morning in Partenkirchen

Artist: Peter von Hess  (German, 1792–1871)

Genre: Landscape

Date: 1819

Medium: OIl on Canvas

Collection: Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg

[instrumentsdumonde]

🎶 Offrez-vous une qualité acoustique exceptionnelle pour apaiser l'âme avec le Bol Tibétain de Peter Hess. Enrichissez vos séances de méditation.

[tilde44]

The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes, almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine's Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world's puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies.

-- Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind

[chaoticmiserablelover]

There's this scene in Peter Camenzind when he's still in high school and craves friendship. There, he notices an older boy who looks really mysterious, but he doesn't dare approach him. Anyway, the story goes on, but I stopped and wondered if later, while writing Demian, Hermann Hesse remembered him and created Max Demian out of him. 

[francescacammisa1]

La sofferenza d'un eterno cercare era scritta nel suo sguardo, la sofferenza d'un eterno non trovare.

Hermann Hesse - Siddharta

Ph Peter Lindbergh

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1291

first posted in facebook march 19, 2024

giovanni segantini -- "un bacio alla fontana" [i.e., a kiss at the fountain] (no date)

"elisabeth stood beside me in front of a large painting by segantini and she was totally engrossed in contemplation" … herman hesse

"i live in rome where people sit by fountains and kiss. the sound of water is the sound of love rushing between them" … simon van booy

"the fountains mingle with the river, and the rivers with the ocean; the winds of heaven mix forever, with a sweet emotion; nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle:— why not i with thine?

see! the mountains kiss high heaven, and the waves clasp one another; no sister flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother; and the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea:— what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?" … percy bysshe shelley

"take these unsightly flowers, these violets, as a symbol of my great love, when a spring comes in which i fail to send you such violets, you will no longer find me among the living" … giovanni segantini

"she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a beer 'i thought you'd never say hello,' she said 'you looked so bashful, dear' then she opened up a book of paintings and handed it to me drawn by an italian painter from the 19th century" … al janik

[eflen-n-reegee]

Peter’s Playground Part 2 - “Baby Steps”

Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 2! I’m really enjoying writing about this world and these characters. 😊

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“Are you nervous?”

Wendy shrugged, her eyes on the red door leading into the Playground. “I’ll be okay…”

“Wendy.” Ashley’s voice was firm, and she turned her friend so they were facing each other. “Are. You. Nervous.”

“… A little.”

Ashley nodded, and spoke more gently. “Wanna tell me why?”

Despite herself, the question made Wendy giggle. Ash had promised to be her “grown-up” for the day, and it seemed like she’d really meant it. “I don’t know, I just… I still feel a little weird about trying to regress or dream or whatever, and I’m kinda worried about… Don’t take this the wrong way, but I feel silly.”

Ashley nodded again. “That’s part of the fun of it, at least for me. I know I look silly, but if I regress enough, I don’t care what anybody thinks. But that’s just me. You don’t have to do anything that makes you feel silly, and if you get uncomfortable, we can leave. This is supposed to be fun for you. Okay?”

Wendy took a breath, squared her shoulders, and nodded. “Okay. Let’s… give it a try.”

Ashley nodded, then opened the door and took Wendy’s hand. “Stay close, okay? I don’t want to lose you!”

There was a table here, just as there’d been by the yellow door, and Wendy took a nametag. Then Ash led her further into the building, guiding her past a castle-shaped play structure and various stores, both familiar and not. She finally stopped in front of the Gap.

“So before we go looking around, I thought we’d stop in here and see if there’s something you like - something to make you feel younger. How’s that sound?”

Wendy’s eyes widened, but she slowly nodded. I don’t NEED to buy anything, I don’t NEED to wear anything, I can change my mind whenever I want…

The store was basically what Wendy expected it to be, except for the clothes mostly featuring characters and logos from kid shows.

“This is a special outlet,” Ashley explained. “A lot of this stuff isn’t available anywhere else.”

The only “unusual” aspect to the store was the Baby Gap Corner, which sold adult-sized infant and toddler accessories. Wendy winced slightly, looking at the pacifiers. “Um, I… I don’t think I want one of those.”

Ashley shrugged. “No problem, not everybody likes ‘em. I was thinking of a chew necklace, actually.”

“Oh.” She followed Ash’s eyes to the display rack at the edge of the corner. Some of the necklaces could be mistaken for ordinary jewelry - like the ones with black string and white rubber shark teeth. Others could not. Wendy found herself staring at one made of rubber beads in all shades of purple.

“Do you want that one?” Ashley asked.

Wendy shrugged. “It’s… cute. I don’t know if I’d use it, though, or even wear it that much.”

“But you think it’s cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Well right now, that’s good enough.” Ashley pulled the necklace off the rack and checked the price. “C’mon, I’ll treat you.”

Wendy opened her mouth to argue, then stopped herself. Try to think like a kid. A kid wouldn’t say no to a gift. “��� Thank you, Ash.”

Ashley grinned and led the way to the checkout. Wendy hung back, watching the cashier for signs of judgment, but he only smiled at her.

“Have a great day!” he said cheerfully.

“Thank you!” Ashley chirped back, beaming.

Once they were out of the store, Ash took the tag off the necklace and slid it over Wendy’s head. It was heavier than she’d expected, but the weight of it was sort of nice. She fiddled thoughtfully with one of the beads.

“Alright, what do you want to do now?”

Wendy shrugged. “I don’t really know… You pick.”

“Wanna play outside?”

Wendy blinked. Ash had mentioned there was an outdoor area, but she’d also mentioned there was water. “We’ll get wet, won’t we?”

“Yeah, but we can play in the grass until we dry off. Or we can use the people dryer.”

“The what?”

“It’s like one of those hand dryers - you stand inside and the air dries you off. They have them at amusement parks sometimes.”

“Oh… Okay, I guess.”

Ashley started down the hall, paused, and circled back. “How’re you doing?” Her voice was very soft and slightly concerned. “Is this too much?”

“No, it’s okay,” Wendy said, fiddling with her necklace again. “I… I still feel a little weird, but I wanna try this.”

Ashley smiled and took her hand. “Okay then. Let’s give it a try.” And she led Wendy to a set of orange doors.

It was something like a courtyard, surrounded on all sides by the walls of the Playground and yet open to the air, with most of the ground covered in bright blue tiles. There was a play structure shaped like a life-sized pirate ship, and a grassy area further away, and people everywhere. That made sense; it was a warm day, sunny and slightly muggy, perfect for playing in water.

They walked over to the pirate ship, which was swarming with laughing people. The cannon ports shot water at intervals, and at Ash’s prompting, Wendy let herself be splashed by one. She shrieked and then laughed as the water hit her. Then they climbed a rope ladder onto the ship, slipping on the sopping deck. There were various water spouts all over - at the base of a faux telescope, behind the wheel, in an ascending spiral up the mast - so there was a half-inch of water everywhere they stepped.

Ashley spun around the mast, letting herself be drenched in the falling water, while Wendy cautiously took the wheel and moved it from side to side. Okay. You’re a pirate. You can do this, just pretend you’re a pirate.

After a minute she gave up and went to lean against the railing. She was trying to play and relax and regress, but she just felt self-conscious. I think I started to regress last time. Why isn’t it working now? Wendy sighed, watching the people playing around her. They truly looked like they were having a wonderful time, but she didn’t know how to act like they did.

“Wendy?”

She jumped in surprise and spun to look at Ashley. “Oh! Uh, hi-”

Ash smiled sympathetically. “It’s not working, is it?”

“I…” Wendy paused, sighed, and shook her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Ashley frowned. “This isn’t a right or wrong thing, Wendy. Sometimes people just can’t regress. That’s totally normal.”

“But last time-”

“Was last time, and today is today. Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it’s not. So what? We can try again on another day, okay?”

Wendy sighed and fiddled with her necklace. “Okay.”

“Come on, let’s dry off.” Ashley chuckled. “I feel like I jumped in a lake.”

Wendy laughed too. “You LOOK like you jumped in a lake.” She thought a moment and then asked, “Can we sit on the grass for a little while?”

“Sure. It’s hot enough to air-dry.”

The grassy area was well maintained, thick and deep green and free of rocks and sticks. Ashley laid down while Wendy sat, curling forward so the sun could dry the wet spot on her back. Ash stared at the sky, occasionally pointing out shapes in the clouds, but Wendy kept her eyes down. She watched a small spider creep along through the grass, falling off one blade and crawling up another. The coldness of the water on her clothes gradually became a pleasant warmth, like the heat of a campfire. Almost without realizing, Wendy laid down on the grass and stared at the spider eye-to-eye. It was evidently frightened by her presence as it skittered quickly away, but she had no inclination to sit back up. Her mind felt…

“Wendy?”

… off, in some way. Like she was about to fall asleep.

“Weeendyyy…”

She blinked in surprise, looking up at Ashley, who had an odd smile on her face.

“I wanna stop by one more place. Is that okay?”

Wendy nodded slowly, some of the fog clearing from her mind. “Um. Sure.”

Ashley took her hand once more and guided her to a set of green doors that opened onto the blue section.

The store they eventually entered had a sign calling it “The Playground Public Library”. It was mostly what one would expect (shelves and shelves of books, carts for reshelving, a counter where one could check out), but there were also play-mats and beanbag chairs and plush armchairs wide enough for two adults to sit side by side. Ashley led Wendy to one such chair and made her sit, then grabbed a small pile of picture books from a return cart. She finally sat next to Wendy, cracked open one of the books, and began to read out loud

“ ‘On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder…’ ”

Wendy felt a little confused, but she sat and listened while Ashley read, one book and a second and a third. The words brought the fog back into Wendy’s head, making her feel comfortable and safe and… small.

“ ‘The first drops plop down big, making dust dance all…’ Use your necklace, sweetie.”

Wendy blinked. She hadn’t realized she was chewing on her finger. “So’y,” she mumbled, putting the chew necklace into her mouth.

“That’s okay. ‘… dance all around us.’ ”

By the time the fourth book was finished, Wendy’s thoughts were unusually simple, mostly consisting of observations about various colors and textures. She was vaguely aware that this was the closest she’d ever gotten to regression - or maybe she actually was regressed? - and also that Ash was grinning in a way that made it clear she knew.

“So. How’re you feeling?”

“Mmkay,” Wendy said faintly, pulling her necklace from between her teeth. “Kinda… slow? Like everything’s… slower.”

Ashley giggled and gently touched her shoulder. “Do you wanna try playing again?”

“… Not outside,” Wendy said thoughtfully. “The water’s too cold, ‘n the sun makes me sleepy.”

“That’s fair… What’s something you liked to do when you were a kid?”

Those memories felt oddly far away, and it took Wendy longer than she’d expected to answer. “Dress up. I like that. And pretend stuff.”

Ashley’s grin widened. “There’s a little theater by the food court with lots of costumes. Some people put on little shows, but it’s fine to just dress up. Wanna go?”

Wendy lit up. “Yeah!”

This time Wendy was leading and dragging Ashley behind her, excitedly looking around for something that resembled a theater. She almost passed by the store with darkened windows - “The Playhouse”, the sign read - before Ash stopped her.

Inside was a small sitting area and a stage barely a foot high. Wendy ignored it completely, her eyes fixing on the door marked “Props and Costumes”.

The backstage area was packed with racks of clothes; Halloween costumes, handmade outfits, and even some authentic uniforms. There were also a few people dressing up and posing in front of the wall of mirrors. One of these people turned when they entered, grinned, and waved.

“Hey Jonathan!” Ashley said, waving back. “Oh! I, uh, never actually introduced you two.” Smiling sheepish, she motioned between her friends. “Jonathan, this is Wendy. She’s kinda new to all this. Wendy, Jonathan is one of my regressor friends.”

Wendy smiled shyly and waved, fiddling with her necklace.

“Hi!” Jonathan said. “Wanna play dress up? I’m gonna be a Viking!”

Wendy gasped in excitement, her eyes raking over the clothing racks. “Can I be a pharaoh?”

“Yeah!”

Ashley smiled as the pair began to grab costumes and jabber about accessories. “New to this.” You’d never guess.