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The face of war: festooned with ammunition belts this young grenadier, complete with machine gun and dressed in winter clothing, prepares to move off — Eastern Front, April 1943.
The Night Torn Mad With Footsteps - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
I am such an unpopular human
I should have been born a frog,
or perhaps something a bit higher
up the trunk of a birch tree:
a red-headed woodpecker?
a bushy-tailed squirrel?
I don’t seem to fit in anywhere.
in cafes, restaurants,
I say strange things to the
waiters and waitresses,
just rather airy
and not quite
I find it funny
but nobody else does
the lady with me:
“you embarrass me in
on freeways I also seem
out of place.
I slow down to allow people
who are changing lanes
to move into the space in front
John Martin, Manfred on the Jungfrau, 1837
From the Birmingham Museums and Art Gallery:
Romantic artists and writers were fascinated by the relationship of man to nature and this was frequently expressed through the image of figures on clifftops. Manfred is about to throw himself from the cliff but is restrained by a chamois hunter who leads him to safety. The episode is taken from Act I scene II of Byron’s dramatic poem ‘Manfred’:
'…And you, ye crags upon whose extreme edge
I stand, and on the torrent’s brink beneath
Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs
In dizziness of distance, when a leap,
A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring
My breast upon its rocky bosom’s bed
To rest for ever - wherefore do I pause?
…Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister,
Whose happy flight is highest into heaven,
Well may’st thou swoop so near me…
…How beautiful is all this visible world!
How glorious in its action and itself!’