1. leprincelointain:

    Lorado Taft (1860-1936), “Solitude de l’Ame”

    (via nurewigkeit)

  2. Photos from The Circus by Anka Zhuravleva on Flickr

    (Source: smart-and-trashy, via linkeepsitreal)


  3. Настроение “Давай посумерничаем?”

  5. As you set out for Ithaca
    hope that your journey is a long one,
    full of adventure, full of discovery.
    Laestrygonians and Cyclops,
    angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them:
    you’ll never find things like that on your way
    as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
    as long as a rare sensation
    touches your spirit and your body.
    Laestrygonians and Cyclops,
    wild Poseidon-you won’t encounter them
    unless you bring them along inside your soul,
    unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

    Hope that your journey is a long one.
    May there be many summer mornings when,
    with what pleasure, what joy,
    you come into harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
    may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
    to buy fine things,
    mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
    sensual perfume of every kind-
    as many sensual perfumes as you can;
    and may you visit many Egyptian cities
    to learn and learn again from those who know.

    Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
    Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
    But don’t hurry the journey at all.
    Better if it lasts for years,
    so that you’re old by the time you reach the island,
    wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
    not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
    Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
    Without her you would have not set out.
    She has nothing left to give you now.

    And if you find her poor, Ithaca won’t have fooled you.
    Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
    you’ll have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.

    I was once watching a documentary about my university, and this poem was read by Sir Sean Connery in the very end. It might be one of the few things that I remembered from the movie, but it definitely left a trace… A beautiful poem by Kavafis, amazing Vangelis music and magic voice of Sean Connery.


  6. Why Shakespeare was a genius in 14 lines

    You don’t even need to read any of Shakespeare’s plays to understand how much uniqueness and wisdom he (or whoever they were) had. Just read this, Sonnet 130:

    My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
       And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
       As any she belied with false compare. 


  7. I am currently on my year abroad in Queen’s University, Kingston, Ontario and I decided I should have a separate blog for that. 


    I thought I would only have like 5 posts at the beginning, and now I think I already have more, so hopefully I will continue that way and it will be an actual thing..?


  8. Борис Заходер

    Не бывает любви несчастной.
    Может быть она горькой, трудной,
    Безответной и безрассудной,
    Может быть смертельно опасной.

    Но несчастной любовь не бывает,
    Даже если она убивает.
    Тот, кто этого не усвоит,
    Тот счастливой любви не стоит…

  10. I arrived! Incredibly exhausted, but so happy! The people, the accent, the house parties on every corner, the angry police right under my windows - everything is absolutely unusual but so real! Cannot wait till tomorrow starts and I finally meet the Queen’s University. 

    Also, how to fight jet lag: before traveling, fuck up your sleeping pattern so badly that your body reacts with a great gratitude to every hour of sleep it is given, even if it is given when YOU want and not when it is used to having it.


  11. I’m not so interested in how they move as in what moves them

    Couple of days ago I went to see a dance show “Sweet Mambo” created by Pina Bausch. I learnt about her a couple of years ago when I watched movie “Pina” - a partial documentary about her - a German dancer and choreographer who revolutionised the dance theater in her home town Wuppertal. At that point, the movie left a whole bouquet of emotions that I just could not process in one go. It probably took me several months to understand it, understand what Pina Bausch was doing and what I felt about her art. 

    In the end it was something completely different from what I expected. I expected to see something deep and complicated.. What I saw was, indeed, deep and full of message, but it was also light and sparkling and elegant, like a glass of champagne. I enjoyed it, almost all of it except for a couple of things that I could not understand or that, as I thought, were inappropriate for my younger sister. 

    The show was about women. Yes, that simple. About their feelings, about how they are accepted in the society, how they struggle and fight the circumstances and deal with men and base their self esteem on men… So true, so ironic, so visual and, sometimes, unexpected! There was just one important thing that I would not want to agree with. The men themselves… In the show, there were three or four of them. Unlike women (who were wearing long bright dresses), men were wearing black shirts and black trousers. Almost invisible, almost useless, reckless, pretty much a burden for a woman, no more than an accessory or a slave. Character-less, soft, thin. Why? Is that true? Are men like that? Are European men like that? Because I don’t agree! Why are they pictured as such weak creatures? Does it make us, women, feel better? I know I might seem a traditionalist in relationships, but isn’t all this just one huge disgusting mistake?

    The other thing that I could not understand was the reaction of the public. There were several moments when there would be something very serious and very deep going on on the stage, and the crowd would be laughing aloud, creating the feeling of something primitively beastly, something that would only leave the feeling of shame. What was wrong? I wouldn’t want to be comparing people in Eastern Europe with people from the West, but I am pretty sure that would have never happened back at home. Are we really so different? 

    A lot of food for thoughts, really. The only conclusion that I can make - the Sweet Mambo is, indeed, a remarkable piece of art if it managed to raise so many problems.