The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder -
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
st. lucy - francesco del cossa
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tesoro, i met you face-to-face last summer. crowds of people swelling between us. but you saw me, your eyes met my eyes, and something passed. what can a girl from 1468 do for me? besides charming me out of my body & all those things i forgot i knew.
Botticelli’s Venus as part of a slide show on buildings during the Festival of Lights in Lyon, France.
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blood and milk
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this happened.
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![LEONARDO’S TO-DO LIST
“On the Utilities. Spectacles with case, firestick, fork, bistoury [a surgical knife], charcoal, boards, sheets of paper, chalk, white wax, forceps, pane of glass, fine-tooth bone saw, scalpel, inkhorn, penknife.
Get hold of a skull. Nutmeg.
Observe the holes in the substance of the brain, where there are more or less of them.
Describe the tongue of the woodpecker and jaw of a crocodile.
Give measurement of the dead using his finger [as a unit].
Get your books on anatomy bound. Boots, stockings, comb, towel, shirts, shoelaces, penknife, pens, a skin for the chest, gloves, wrapping paper, charcoal.
Break the jaw from the side so that you can see the uvula in its position.”
—AND A NOTE TO SELF:
”Though you may have a love of such things, you will perhaps be impeded by your stomach; and if this does not impede you, you will perhaps be impeded by the fear of living through the night hours in the company of quartered and flayed corpses.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m29p00gRdM1qfv6foo1_500.jpg)
LEONARDO’S TO-DO LIST
“On the Utilities. Spectacles with case, firestick, fork, bistoury [a surgical knife], charcoal, boards, sheets of paper, chalk, white wax, forceps, pane of glass, fine-tooth bone saw, scalpel, inkhorn, penknife.
Get hold of a skull. Nutmeg.
Observe the holes in the substance of the brain, where there are more or less of them.
Describe the tongue of the woodpecker and jaw of a crocodile.
Give measurement of the dead using his finger [as a unit].
Get your books on anatomy bound. Boots, stockings, comb, towel, shirts, shoelaces, penknife, pens, a skin for the chest, gloves, wrapping paper, charcoal.
Break the jaw from the side so that you can see the uvula in its position.”
—AND A NOTE TO SELF:
”Though you may have a love of such things, you will perhaps be impeded by your stomach; and if this does not impede you, you will perhaps be impeded by the fear of living through the night hours in the company of quartered and flayed corpses.”
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“4. I admit that I may have been lonely. I know that loneliness can produce bolts of hot pain, a pain which, if it stays hot enough for long enough, can begin to simulate, or to provoke—take your pick—an apprehension of the divine. (This ought to arouse our suspicions.)
5. But first, let us consider a sort of case in reverse. In 1867, after a long bout of solitude, the French Poet Stéphane Mallarmé wrote to his friend Henri Cazalis: ‘These last months have been terrifying. My Thought has thought itself through and reached a Pure Idea. What the rest of me has suffered during that long agony, is indescribable.’ Mallarmé described this agony as a battle that took place on God’s ‘boney wing.’ ‘I struggled with that creature of ancient and evil plumage—God—whom I fortunately defeated and threw to earth,’ he told Cazalis with exhausted satisfaction. Eventually Mallarmé began replacing ‘la ciel’ with ‘l’Azur’ in his poems, in an effort to rinse references to the sky of religious connotations. ‘Fortunately,’ he wrote Cazalis, ‘I am quite dead now.’”
— Maggie Nelson - Bluets