I`m sick of their stupid game... opression and power
sick
I`m sick of it all
even in art there is a great worm here
tomorrow when I will wake up
I`ll declare their "romanian" theatre dead
...sick
sick of it all
yes I am
One day, avery good friend of mine, a kind and helpful man, told me that while we were walk in his beautiful garden:
"There are very dark times when I remain surprisingly calm and I don`t loose my head.
Although I am a very sensible person, I appear very cold to my closest friends.
Sometimes this coldness surprises even me.
In the periods of darkness I never lose my reason.You could say that I never loose my head.
I always have something of a child inside... and that drives me through and leads me towards my future child.I know I will have one.
...or maybe I just feed with my own melancholy..."
this is an excerpt from H.P.Lovecraft`s Cats and dogs article!I think it`s the final paragraph from the article and I put it here because of the interesting thread on the main forum of VR made by my dear friend Oceanne.
"Beauty, sufficiency, ease, and good manners -what more can civilisation require? We have them all in the divine monarch who lounges gloriously on his silken cushion before the hearth. Loveliness and joy for their own sake -- pride and harmony and coordination -- spirit, restfulness and completeness -- all here
are present, and need but a sympathetic disillusionment for worship in full measure. What fully civilised soul but would eagerly serve as high priest of Bast? The star of the cat, I think, is just now in the ascendant, as we emerge
little by little from the dreams of ethics and conformity which clouded the nineteenth century and raised the grubbing and unlovely dog to the pinnacle of sentimental regard. Whether a renaissance of power and beauty will restore our Western civilisation, or whether the forces of disintegration are already too powerful for any hand to check, none may yet say, but in the present moment of cynical world-unmasking between the pretence of the eighteen-hundreds and the ominous mystery of the decades ahead we have at least a flash of the old pagan
perspective and the old pagan clearness and honesty.
And one idol lit up by that flash, seen fair and lovely on a dream-throne of silk and gold under a chryselephantine dome, is a shape of deathless grace not always given its due among groping mortals -- the haughty, the unconquered, the mysterious, the luxurious, the Babylonian, the impersonal, the eternal companion of superiority and art -- the type of perfect beauty and the brother of poetry
-- the bland, grave, compliant, and patrician cat."
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I love this photograph, it is one chance in a million that you could capture that. Very artistic :)
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