okay but the way that this sentence is almost mimicking orpheus looking back at euridice by starting the sentence with eurydicen in the accusative (so we know that something is happening to eurydice!) but we have to work our way all the way through this whole set of words until we finally hit respexit (like a blow) – and almost like we’re orpheus ourself we look immediately backwards to eurydice, the lonely object we’ve left behind
William Blake - Laocoön. 1820
Tempera on canvas 172.5 x 278.5 cm (67.91 x 109.65 in.) Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy
Flowers details from The Birth of Venus ca. 1485. Sandro Botticelli.
The Birth of Venus (detail), Sandro Botticelli, 1484-5
““What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me - into us - clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can’t any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone’s sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we’ll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too.”
— Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly
“The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts.”
— Philip K. Dick, ‘How to Build a Universe That Doesn’t Fall Apart Two Days Later‘
I'm not crazy I just looked too long at divine knowledge 🙄
Mulder, what are we doing here?
“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
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Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book X
Iamque iterum moriens non est de coniuge quicquam questo suo: quid enim nisi se quereretur amatam?
“BAKKHAI : Holiness is a word I love to hear, it sounds like wings to me, wings brushing the world, grazing my life.”
— Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. by Anne Carson)
The Roses of Heliogabalus, Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1888 [6000x3694].
“κατεπόθη ὁ θάνατος εἰς νῖκος. ποῦ σου, θάνατε, τό νῖκος; ποῦ σου, θάνατε, τὸ κέντρον;”
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1st Corinthians 15:54-55
“Death has been swallowed in victory. / Where, oh death, is your victory? / Where, oh death, is your sting?”
I don’t even procrastinate anymore I just straight up neglect 100% of my responsibilities
