'Dulce Et Decorum Est', by Wilfred Owen. Unflinchingly horrifying; viscerally excoriating; heartbreakingly poignant. Still the best and most powerful poem I've ever read.
repressed eroticism
or something. I was looking at confessional paintings for something else, and there's something in the composition and scenery intent that reminded me of pyramus and thisbe. so this is. a combination of all those things.
PERCEVAL THE UNHAPPY, THE MISERABLE, THE UNFORTUNATE, THE FISHER KING!
or, an alternative temptation of perceval
artist commentary/citations in the 🧵!
(part 1/2)
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Here is a bonus picture of a hedgehog from last evening.
Right now (3:57pm) is the exact moment of the solstice, when the earth's axis in the northern hemisphere is closest to the sun. It also marks the official start of summer.