Solivagant

The Death of Chatterton- Henry Wallis 1856 (Tate version)

Death and the child- Edvard Munch 1889

I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us - if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer - Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men. V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. T. S. Eliot

Isle of the Dead- Die Toteninsel 1901

چرا که خدایان بینایند بر همه دست هایی که به کشتار آلوده است و الاهگان سیه‌پوش انتقام سراپا گوش ایستاده‌اند و هرگاه که مردی به پشتوانه‌ی بخت، اما نه به پایمردی داد جایگاهی بلند بیابد با چرخش ناگاه روزگار هر چیز که دارد ناچیز می شود و از جایگاه بلندش فرو می‌افتد تا در دوزخ خوراک دیو و دد گردد. آیسخولوس

Liberty Leading the People- Eugène Delacroix 1830

He wiped her tears Said ma I'll be back so make my favourite food His ma said please He said I can't let them fight this on their own So he went out with his girl by his side With nothing but his fists And the news came around late that night Everyone was killed His mother froze still Someone saw his fighting ways and pulled the trigger And with that went all he was meant to be Life is short but this time it was different Cause he never made it past 23 We found his girl there, crying in denial Holding his dead body saying: he's alive And when we buried him beneath the willow The angles sang the heroes' Lullaby

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بیآورد ضحاک را چون نوند به کوه دماوند کردش به بند به کوه اندرون تنگ جایش گزید نگه کرد غاری بنش ناپدید بیآورد مسمارهای گران به جایی که مغزش نبود اندران فرو بست دستش بر آن کوه باز بدان تا بماند به سختی دراز ببستش بر آن گونه آویخته وز او خون دل بر زمین ریخته از او نام ضحاک چون خاک شد جهان از بد او همه پاک شد

ما انسانی را کشتیم تا از میهن دفاع کنیم و او را خوردیم تا بهتر دوستش بداریم. ژان تولی

Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld- Jean Baptiste Camille Corot 1861 If he wanted, he would.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you. Rumi

Bacchus as a child- Jacob Jordaens 1640 Solivagantwhispers

La Grenouillère- Claude Monet 1869 Solivagantwhispers

The Wounded Angel- Hugo Simberg 1903 Solivagantwhispers

If you must mourn, Don't do it alone. Solivagantwhispers

The Entombment of Christ– Caravaggio 1604 سنگینی فقدان در این اثر چنان است که گویی زمین تمام وزن اندوهش را بر دوش انسان نشانده است. پیکر بی‌جان مسیح در مرکز تصویر قرار دارد. اندامش سنگین و رهاست و حالت سر و دستانش نشانه‌ی پذیرش خاموش مرگ است. پارچه‌‌ی روشنی که او را در بر گرفته بار معنایی صحنه را دوچندان می‌کند. دو مرد با تنی ورزیده بدن مسیح را به دشواری حمل می‌کنند. چهره‌ی مردی که رو به بیننده است چنان است که گویی هم‌زمان با وزن جسم، مفهوم فقدان را هم بر دوش می‌کشد. پای بیرون آویخته‌ی مسیح بی‌واسطه‌ترین تماس بیننده با حقیقت مرگ است. سه زن در اوج اندوه ایستاده‌اند. یکی دستانش را به نشانه‌ای از درماندگی بالا برده، دیگری چهره‌اش از شدت غم در هم رفته و سومی با سری خمیده به مسیح می‌نگرد؛ حرکتی آرام اما عمیق که فضای سوگواری اثر را کامل می‌کند. هنرمند در این اثر تقدس را نه در نشانه‌های نمادین، بلکه در رنج و مشارکت انسانی جست‌وجو می‌کند. لحظه‌ی به‌تصویردرآمده از هرگونه شکوه ماورائی تهی است و به‌جای آن حقیقت مرگ بر زمین نشسته است؛ جایی که اندوه انسان‌ها تقدس را رقم می‌زند. solivagantwhispers