My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.
They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.
Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.
Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...
a tall building with a sky background
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Ritual. Narrative. Context. Temporal stability. In short, everything missing from the connected isolation of digital disconnectivity is the antidote to its corrosion of community.
The recovery of culture from the grip of subjectivism and its dispersion into disparate bits of information is the daunting challenge of art — and technology — in the next turn of the digital age.
Nathan Gardels is the editor-in-chief of Noema Magazine.
Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
a cat wearing sunglasses
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OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
Send me back to the cave!
I am tired of the people here!
I want to go home and
I want to snuggle up to my
Big strong bear
In my own little world...
My cave.
, genre: genre painting, style: Art Nouveau (Modern), tags: characters-and-emotions, Prophet, completition: 1895.
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the tail lights of a white car covered in snow
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, genre: sketch and study, style: Academicism, location: Russian Federation, gallery name: Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow, Russia, tags: male-portraits, Turban, Headgear, completition: 1845.
https://uploads3.wikiart.org/images/alexander-ivanov/sketch-of-a-man.jpg
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
, genre: veduta, style: Neoclassicism, location: Russian Federation, gallery name: Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow, Russia, tags: houses-and-buildings, rivers-and-waterfalls, boats-and-ships, Waterway, Boat, Vehicle, completition: 1799.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/images/fyodor-alekseyev/view-of-the-town-mykolaiv-1799.jpg
At the Brooklyn Academy, Musical Journeys Through Minefields
The Silkroad Ensemble’s “American Railroad” and Alarm Will Sound’s “Sun Dogs” used music and images to engage with difficult topics.
https://t.co/AuF1KnOB71
https://t.co/Q0NU2RvvuJ
Nan Goldin Denounced by German Politicians After Speech About Gaza at Berlin Museum
Nan Goldin was accused of having 'one-sided views on Israel' by German politicians after a speech about Gaza at the Neue Nationalgalerie.
https://t.co/Q0NU2RvvuJ
a man walking down a road carrying a tray of beer
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a cup of coffee and a book on a tray
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