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Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost thou want? Thomasin: What canst thou give? Black Phillip: Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live […]

Préludes

This Chopin is an angel. His goodness, his tenderness and his patience sometimes make me anxious; I feel that he is too fine, too exquisite, too perfect to live long in this crude and heavy earthly world. He wrote in Majorca, being sick to death, a music that smelled strongly of heaven but I am […]

The one that never thought of me

“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?” – Anne Brontë – Agnes Grey –

The veil is thinning

It was the night of October 31, 1936. Halloween night. The men and women sat at the round table with joined hands. They awaited the message – the message they had hoped for every Halloween night for the past ten years. But the message did not come. Finally, one woman rose from the table and […]

Evolution

It is the power of faith that differentiates authentic Indigenous art from contemporary Indigenous crafts – Froelich Rainey – My “faith”, if there is such a thing, resides in Nature. If there is one thing I worship, it is the pure, inner power of Nature. Its beauties never cease to humble me. I try to […]

Le Silence de Mnasidika

All day she laughed and even mocked at me a little. She refused to obey me, in the presence of some strangers. When we had come home again I affected not to speak to her, and when she threw her arms about my neck, saying: « Are you angry? » I said to her: « […]

Butterfly Wings & Peacock Ore

Remember that the most beautiful things in life are often the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance. – John Ruskin – Stones of Venice I –

Mon âme est la forêt

My soul is the forest of which the dark foliage Is flooded, for you alone, with suave murmurs And golden rays! – Victor Hugo – Lorsque l’enfant paraît –

La Ronde du Sabbat

… And their steps shake the arches colossal and high, Disturbing the dead in their tombs close by. “Satan sees you, ha ! With your coarse hands out-thrust, In the midst of the dust, Write then, witches accurst : Abracadabra ! Fly, foul birds of dread, With moulting wings spread, Through the alcoves o’erhead, Sustaining […]

La Pedra del Diable

A menhir is a rude monolith set up on end, a great single stone, the base of which is buried deep in the soil. Thus “menhir” seems to be derived from the Welsh or Brythonic maen, “a stone” and hir, “long”. Recent research has established that these monuments are sepulchral in character, and that they […]

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