October 29, 2013
"What is art? Prostitution."

— Charles Baudelaire¬†

October 2, 2013

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. 

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. 

April 13, 2012
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
-Baudelaire

Happy Friday the 13th.


I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

-Baudelaire


Happy Friday the 13th.

February 28, 2012
"THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light,
Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise;
The holy brothers pass before my sight,
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.

They keep me from all sin and error grave,
They set me in the path whence Beauty came;
They are my servants, and I am their slave,
And all my soul obeys the living flame.

Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.

You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done;
Marching you chaunt my soul’s awakening hymn,
Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!"

the living flame

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February 21, 2012
"Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul."

— Baudelaire

February 17, 2012
"A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else."

Baudelaire

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