Sabr: Patience, Endurance, Self-control

ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ ｉｎ ｆｌｏｒｅｎｃｅ. - { italian places meme.} “O animal grazioso e benigno che visitando vai per l’aere perso noi che tignemmo il mondo di sanguigno, se fosse amico il re de l’universo, noi pregheremmo lui de la tua pace, poi c’hai pietà del nostro mal perverso. Di quel che udire e che parlar vi piace, noi udiremo e parleremo a voi, mentre che ‘l vento, come fa, ci tace. Siede la terra dove nata fui su la marina dove ‘l Po discende per aver pace co’ seguaci sui. Amor, ch’al cor gentil ratto s’apprende prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta; e ‘l modo ancor m’offende. Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona. Amor condusse noi ad una morte: Caina attende chi a vita ci spense”. Inferno, canto V.

“The Duet” (1883) (detail) by Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret (1852-1929).

Details, part I; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.

These stunning mosaics decorate Santa Maria Maggiore in Rome which, according to legend, was built following Pope Liberius’s dream of the Virgin Mary followed by a miraculous summer snow fall the next day indicating where the Virgin wished to have her church. As a result the site is often called “Our Lady of the Snows.” In the 13th century Pope Nicholas IV wanted to redesign the original 5th century mosaic and commissioned Jacopo Torriti in 1291. Upholding the founders dedication to Mary the scenes tell the story of her life with the Coronation as the most prominent scene. It was the first time in Italy that the Coronation was displayed in such a monumental manner. The basilica is also the burial site for the renowned baroque artist Bernini. Both sites are open to visitors.  

Dostoevsky Moodboard Challenge ( 11 / infinite ) : Demons

Character Aesthetic: Pyotr Stepanovich Verkhovensky

“Listen. I’ve seen a child of six years old leading home his drunken mother, whilst she swore at him with foul words. Do you suppose I am glad of that? When it’s in our hands, maybe we’ll mend things… if need be, we’ll drive them for forty years into the wilderness…. But one or two generations of vice are essential now; monstrous, abject vice by which a man is transformed into a loathsome, cruel, egoistic reptile. That’s what we need! And what’s more, a little ‘fresh blood’ that we may get accustomed to it. Why are you laughing? I am not contradicting myself. I am only contradicting the philanthropists and Shigalovism, not myself! I am a scoundrel, not a socialist. Ha ha ha! I’m only sorry there’s no time. I promised Karmazinov to begin in May, and to make an end by October. Is that too soon? Ha ha! Do you know what, Stavrogin? Though the Russian people use foul language, there’s nothing cynical about them so far. Do you know the serfs had more self-respect than Karmazinov? Though they were beaten they always preserved their gods, which is more than Karmazinov’s done.”

“Well, Verhovensky, this is the first time I’ve heard you talk, and I listen with amazement,” observed Stavrogin. “So you are really not a socialist, then, but some sort of… ambitious politician?”

“A scoundrel, a scoundrel! You are wondering what I am. I’ll tell you what I am directly, that’s what I am leading up to. It was not for nothing that I kissed your hand. But the people-must believe that we know what we are after, while the other side do nothing but 'brandish their cudgels and beat their own followers.’ Ah, if we only had more time! That’s the only trouble, we have no time. We will proclaim destruction….. Why is it, why is it that idea has such a fascination. But we must have a little exercise; we must. We’ll set fires going…. We’ll set legends going. Every scurvy 'group’ will be of use. Out of those very groups I’ll pick you out fellows so keen they’ll not shrink from shooting, and be grateful for the honour of a job, too. Well, and there will be an upheaval! There’s going to be such an upset as the world has never seen before…. Russia will be overwhelmed with darkness, the earth will weep for its old gods….. ”

Translated by Constance Garnett

You are breaking my heart. — Elisabeth Hewer

Hunger is obviously a major theme in Hannibal—it’s literally the cannibal show—but the difference in how that’s portrayed with Hannigram is intriguing.

Hannibal was starving for connection before he had Will, and then everything changed for him. As Bedelia tells Will, “Did he daily feel a stab of hunger, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes.” Hannibal’s hunger is sated by so much as the sight of Will. A mere look at him is enough to satisfy him.

But Will is different. Rather than being sated by his connection with Hannibal, it is the very thing that makes him hungry. There’s a frame in the Italy chapter that makes it look like he’s trapped in a starvation cage. In the script for his sailing scene, he’s literally described to look hungry:

Both Hannibal and Will have a possessive, obsessive, all-consuming love for one another, but it affects them quite differently. Hannibal is nourished by the very sight of Will, but for Will, no amount of the profound attention he experiences from Hannibal can fully sate his hunger—it’s a high he can’t help but chase. It fuels his pathological need to return to Hannibal again and again, no matter how self-destructive it is. I think this is why Will is more outwardly possessive of Hannibal than Hannibal is of Will. Hannibal wants Will to be his; Will wants Hannibal to be no one else’s. Both forms of possession, but Will’s is more jealous because of the way he experiences Hannibal’s attention. It’s a high, it’s a hunger—it’s a need, not a want.

The Universe: Or, the Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little, 1871

(source for poem: two-bees-poetry)

“Golden Angel” by xollob58