1. likeafieldmouse:

    Giorgio Barrera - Through the Window (2002-9)

    (via fluffyblade)


  2. theparisreview:


    “Translations are creative acts that don’t come from the self, at least not in the usual sense: In the translator’s creativity, the generative seed isn’t planted in quite the same way. There’s a third party involved, a God or Gabriel, an author who’s both the originator and totally absent from the actual formation of the translated work, or at least invisible in it.”

    Damien Searls on remembering Saint Jerome on International Translation Day

  3. boz-pot:

    Dmitri Shostakovich playing Piano Concerto No.1, 1940.

    (From DSCH Shostakovich Journal)

  4. viktor-sbor:

    The Close of the Silver Age
    Artist: Lucas Cranach the Elder
    Date made: about 1530

  7. movieposteroftheday:

    Soviet export poster for SOLARIS (Andrei Tarkovsky, USSR, 1972)

    Artist: TBD (undecipherable signature)

    Poster source: Heritage Auctions

    R.I.P. Donatas Banionis (1924-2014)

    (via thestilllwaters)

  8. wraithlings:

    Julie Manet with cat, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (detail)

    (via thestilllwaters)


  11. fluttering-slips:

    On The Origins Of Things

    Everyone knows that the moon started out
    as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar
    flare that fled that hellish furnace
    and congealed into a flat frozen pond suspended
    between the planets. But did you know
    that anger began as music, played


  12. "

    What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds,
    crying down in the north wind in September—acres
    of birds spotting the air going south?

    Is there something finished? And some new beginning
    on the way?

    — Carl Sandburg, from section “Falltime” in “Redhaw Winds,” Poetry (October 1918)

    (Source: apoetreflects)


  13. "I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts."
    — Carl Sandburg, from section “Autumn Movement” of “Redhaw Winds,” Poetry (October 1918)

    (Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via apoetreflects)


  14. "If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud."
    — Émile Zola (1840–1902, French)

    (Source: artchipel)


  15. "

    هل الورق مطفأة للذاكرة؟


    Is paper
    The ashtray of one’s memory?

    — Ahlam Mosteghanemi, من رواية ذاكرة الجسد (via petersbourgeoises)

    (Source: inderacinable, via petersbourgeoises)