If The Stars Should Appear One Night

"On the promontory I had loved in former days, between the drenched pillars of the ruined temple, I seemed to be walking behind someone whose footsteps I could still hear on the tombstones and mosaics, but whom I would never catch up with again."

- Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa (via portionsofeternity)

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"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating."

- Sylvia Plath (via loveage-moondream)

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Corinthian Helmet, Bronze, c. 510 BCE, The British Museum

Ancient Greek cuirass, Bronze c. 620-580 BCE, National Archeological Museum of Spain

Pair of greaves with a Gorgon’s head in relief on each knee, Bronze, made in Apulia, c. 550–500 BCE, The British Museum

Ancient Greek sling bullets with engravings. One side depicts a winged thunderbolt, and the other, the Greek inscription “take that” (ΔΕΞΑΙ) in high relief, Lead, 4th century BCE, The British Museum

Who Is The Mysterious 'Woman in Black' In This Photograph?


Over the past week, residents throughout East Tennessee have reported seeing a woman dressed in a black shroud wandering the highways and roads. On Saturday, sightings were reported in Rhea County, leading many to question, just who is the mysterious ‘Woman in Black’? Southern Appalachia is filled…

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Called the “City of 1001 Churches,” Ani stood on various trade routes and its many religious buildings, palaces, and fortifications were amongst the most technically and artistically advanced structures in the world.

At its height, Ani had a population of 100,000–200,000 people and was the rival of Constantinople, Baghdad and Damascus. Long ago renowned for its splendor and magnificence, Ani was abandoned and largely forgotten following the earthquake of 1319.

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"My best Beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But he descends and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace."

- Isaac Watts, from a little-known hymn that (Watts says) paraphrases Song of Songs 6. A stunning poetic sentence.

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The Song of Wandering Aengus


W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.



These are photos from the back of the Bill Monroe - Stars Of the Bluegrass Hall Of Fame album. 1985