Jean-Léon Gérôme, Diogenes, 1860
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods (from Childe Harold) by Lord Byron There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
"The Erinyes [called the Furies in Ancient Rome] were the punishers of sinners, called 'those who walk in darkness.' Weeping tears of blood and hissing with hair of vipers, they would descend like a storm. As long as there was sin in the world, they could not be banished." ~ Aeschylus
William-Adolphe Bouguereau, The Remorse of Orestes, 1862
I'm starting to measure my life by the decennial anniversaries of my favourite albums.
The Curse by John Berryman Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of sin Crowd in upon us all. For when the light fails they begin Nocturnal sabotage among The outcast and the loose of tongue, The lax in walk, the murderers: Our twilight universal curse. Children are faultless in the wood, Untouched. If they are later made Scandal and index to their time, It is that twilight brings for bread The faculty of crime. Only the idiot and the dead Stand by, while who were young before Wage insolent and guilty war By night within that ancient house, Immense, black, damned, anonymous.
I re-watched The Grifters for the first time in a decade this weekend. What a film. Frears, Scorsese, Thompson & Westlake combine together to form a perfect creative storm in this excellent crime thriller. Time well spent.

Read Ernie Cline's Ready Player One this weekend. Hugely enjoyable geeky fun!

London Street Art. All photos taken today or yesterday.











