Amor Arte Verborum

~ Thursday, December 22 ~
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“I have tried to express the idea that the café is a place where one can ruin oneself, go mad or commit a crime,” Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo. “So I have tried to express, as it were, the powers of darkness in a low public house, by soft Louis XV green and malachite, contrasting with yellow-green and harsh blue-greens, and all this in an atmosphere like a devil’s furnace, of pale sulphur. And all with an appearance of Japanese gaiety, and the good nature of Tartarin.”

On the shortest day of the year in 1888, Vincent Van Gogh was having a touch of the seasonal affective disorder while painting The Night Café in Arles. Colin Dickey writes about the winter solistice and its patron Saint Lucy in our latest Roundable post. 
The Patron Saint of Dark Days [LQ Roundtable]

This painting makes me crazy

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“I have tried to express the idea that the café is a place where one can ruin oneself, go mad or commit a crime,” Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo. “So I have tried to express, as it were, the powers of darkness in a low public house, by soft Louis XV green and malachite, contrasting with yellow-green and harsh blue-greens, and all this in an atmosphere like a devil’s furnace, of pale sulphur. And all with an appearance of Japanese gaiety, and the good nature of Tartarin.”

On the shortest day of the year in 1888, Vincent Van Gogh was having a touch of the seasonal affective disorder while painting The Night Café in Arles. Colin Dickey writes about the winter solistice and its patron Saint Lucy in our latest Roundable post. 

The Patron Saint of Dark Days [LQ Roundtable]

This painting makes me crazy

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~ Sunday, December 18 ~
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magnetoscope:

1949 - 2011


There was quite possibly no more perfect human. 

magnetoscope:

1949 - 2011

There was quite possibly no more perfect human. 

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I’m thankful for my inexorable pride;

My incapacity to love anyone more than myself,

And my confidence that there are thousands of people,

Who are potentially perfect for me. 

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Jesus, wow. 

Jesus, wow. 

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love is, that you are the knife
which i plunge into myself.
franz kafka (via loveisntbeauty)

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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
— Fydor Dostoevsky (via asthesparrow)

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I see more than this, more than I can tell you, More than there are words for.
— T.S. Eliot (via philphys)

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