Antonio Canova, The Repentant Mary Magdalene, 1809

Nudes with Beach Ball, 1994

Rouen Cathedral Set V, 1969
Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
To my shame I hadn't read any Beckett before last night when I dipped into a book of his early novellas. Beckett often gets mentioned in the same breath as Joyce so I was a bit worried but my concern was completely unfounded. The stories I read reminded me more of Knut Hamsun, whom I greatly admire. I will read more.
Gustave Courbet, The Desperate Man (self-portrait), 1845
Recipe for leading the happiest possible life from ~300 BC.
Don't fear god,
Don't worry about death;
What is good is easy to get, and
What is terrible is easy to endure
The 2nd movement (starts just after the 5 minute mark) always gives me goosebumps.
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