#temple of literature

[coolvietnamlove]

Temple of Literature, Hanoi, Vietnam: Văn Miếu, literally translated as Temple of Literature, is a temple dedicated to Confucius in Hanoi, northern Vietnam. The temple was built in 1070 at the time of Emperor Lý Thánh Tông, and it hosted the Imperial Academy, Vietnam's first national university, from 1076 to 1779. Wikipedia

[fistfuloflightning]

Văn Miếu, the Temple of Literature in Hanoi, Vietnam.

Originally founded in 1070 as Vietnam’s first university and in use as the Imperial Academy for over 700 years.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Temple of Literature in Hanoi, Vietnam

French vintage postcard

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

he sun on Khue Van Cac Pavilion

[jamesabelc]

Hanoi Temple of Literature

[southeastasianarchaeology]

Temple of Literature Hosts Royal Education Exhibition

Discover Vietnam's royal educational heritage at the Temple of Literature with over 300 artefacts showcasing historical academic luminaries.

via Vietnam Plus, 13 February 2024: The Temple of Literature in Hanoi is currently hosting an exhibition titled “Initial Sources of Education,” showcasing over 300 documents and artefacts related to Vietnam’s national education history during the royal period. The exhibition, supported by Vietnamese and French experts, provides insights into the ancient education and examination system,…

[hsmagazine254]

Unveiling the Charms of Hanoi: A Journey through History, Culture, and Delights

Live Fully in Vietnam: Explore, Relax, Play   Exploring the Vibrant Capital of Vietnam Hanoi, the bustling capital city of Vietnam, beckons adventurers with its rich history, vibrant culture, and delectable cuisine. From ancient temples and colonial architecture to bustling markets and serene lakes, Hanoi offers a captivating blend of tradition and modernity. In this travel guide, we invite you…

[ladycatashtrophe]

"Wow, you're so self-aware! It takes most people years of therapy and dedication to get to that point." Thanks, I constantly feel completely disconnected from my physical being and the material sensation of my body, brain, and spirit/soul is so overwhelming that I often have to see myself as an objective third-party instead of an integrated entity. Father son holy spirit and all that.

[thepersonalwords]

In temples you find religion, but in hearts you find God.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[nowthisis-dark]

I carved sanctuaries into the hollows of my chest, filling the void with altars to your name. The walls whispered prayers to your existence, the candles burned for your return. But you walked in, all fire and fury, and called it desecration. You called it sin. You called it me.

The mosaics of my devotion cracked under the weight of your disdain, their shattered pieces a language only heartbreak could understand. Your words spilled like venom into the sacred waters of my faith, and still, I drank from the chalice, desperate for absolution that never came.

I held your image in my trembling hands, but your light burned too bright, and now my palms blister with the proof of my loyalty. You said my offerings were impure, my love a heresy, my belief a curse. You said it with such conviction, I started to believe it.

Even now, in the ruins of what I built for you, I cannot curse you. I light incense in the ashes, hoping the smoke will carry the remnants of my devotion to whatever god will listen. The air tastes of regret, sharp and bitter, and I inhale it willingly.

When I trace the scars left by your rejection, I wonder: Was it you I worshipped, or the idea of salvation in your touch? Did I crave your divinity, or was it my destruction all along?

I would build another temple, even knowing the end. I would let your wrath collapse the walls again, bury me under your absence, entomb me in your scorn. For in your condemnation, I found my only truth: there is no holiness in love, only sacrifice.

I built temples for your love,only for you to call it unholy.

~K

[blood-orange-juice]

Hanoi is incredible.

My friend once came up with a term "semantic density of space" when we were trying to describe London and this is perhaps the first city I see that rivals London in that regard.

(I haven't been to Hong Kong, of course. or anywhere in Japan, or many other places)

So many layers of history at every step and modernity finding use for them all.

I also have a toxic relationship with it. Every time I spend more than two subsequent days there I start to cough my lungs out. The air is just that bad.

I still want to think it loves me back, even if in its own unconventional way.

[escapismsworld]

Hubert Robert (French, 1733-1808), “A Hermit Praying in the Ruins of a Roman Temple” c. 1760

[mangotalkies]

currently reading (at snail’s pace)

i’ve never juggled between such vastly different, yet equally heavy genres before. one boggles my mind with yet another unexplored aspect of indian history, another makes me realise how little i know about the world, and the last one could’ve just been a twitter thread.

“we said goodbye to our mothers. they’d been around all our lives, but we’d never properly seen them. they’d been bent over washing tubs or cooking pots, their faces red and swollen from heat and steam, holding everything together while our fathers were away at sea, and nodding off every night on the kitchen chair, with a darning needle in hand. it was their endurance and exhaustion we knew, rather than them."

- we, the drowned by carsten jensen

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"A joy rose in me. Like it always did. And a mild forgetting, as if each time I saw her it was the first moment all over again."

~ Rachel Donohue, The Temple House Vanishing

[hondagirll]

Re-reading the queen of attolia and I love how gen is in such a state of despair and depression during this time that he doesn't notice a) an entire war has started over him and b) that the gods themselves are so annoyed by him that they tell him to quit whining.

Look, when gen leans in, HE LEANS IN HARD. He's all or nothing.

[forgotten-bharat]