Time lapse photos of fireflies by Tsuneaki Hiramatsu.
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Ivan the Terrible and his Son Ivan, 1885
Ugh, I love this painting so much.
Just some background stuff, Ivan the Terrible was the Tsar of Russia for most of the 16th Century. In I think 1581, he caught his daughter-in-law wearing ‘immodest clothing in front of everyone’ and struck her. She was apparently pregnant and she may or may not have had a miscarriage because of it.
Ivan’s son and the girl’s husband, also named Ivan after his father, hears about it and gets into a really heated argument with his father that ends with Ivan the Terrible taking a swing at his son with his pointed staff. It’s said that he immediately fell down and kissed his son’s face, pressing his hands against his left temple to try to stop the bleeding. He famously screamed “May I be damned! I’ve killed my son! I’ve killed my son!” His son briefly regained consciousness and his last words were “I die as a devoted son and most humble servant.”
I love all the details. I love the pointed staff lying on the ground and the signs of a fight with the tossed over chair, disturbed carpet, and the door wide open. I love the single tear on Ivan’s face and their position on the floor. This is a really gorgeous but raw depiction of one of the darkest moments in an incredible man’s life. I wish there were more historical paintings like this.
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looooooooooooooooooooooooove. I was feeling something like “I’m about to reach something really big, and the trip to get there is breath taking.” And then, when I was so close, the song ends and I see its called “Struggle for pleasure”.
No words.
Wim Mertens Ensemble - Struggle for Pleasure
looooooooooooooooooooooooove. I was feeling something like “I’m about to reach something really big, and the trip to get there is breath taking.” And then, when I was so close, the song ends and I see its called “Struggle for pleasure”.
No words.
Wim Mertens Ensemble - Struggle for Pleasure
aiaii… (suspiro)
Rostropovich, Bach suite 1
aiaii… (suspiro)
Rostropovich, Bach suite 1
AAAAAAAH I’M SO HAPPY I FOUND THIS! That song, the first jazz song I heard and made my teen jazzy years for a very long time!
I’m so in love with this video I’ll hear this song over and over and over again everytime of my day!
The lyric:
Dear gentlefolk of Newport
Or maybe I should
Say hats and cats
I want you to lend an ear
Because, well, I want you
To hear some really
Shimmering sharps and flats
For these cozy virtuosi
Just about the greatest
In the trade are fixing
To show you now precisely how
Or approximately
Jazz music is made
Well, you take some skins
Jazz begins
Then you take a bass
Man, now we’re
Getting someplace
Take a box
One that rocks
Take a blue horn
New Orleans born
You take a stick
With a lick
Take a bone
Ho ho, hold the phone
Take a spot
Cool and hot
Now you has jazz, jazz
Jazz, jazz, jazz
That’s positively theraputic
Now you has jazz, jazz, jazz
Masters Hall and Young
That’s Ed Hall
And Tommy Young
Now you has Masters
Kyle and Shaw
That’s Billy Kyle
Arvil Shaw
Now you has Mr. Barrett Deems
Listen to, well, you know who
Hey, Pops, you wanna grab
A little of what’s left here
Yeah, Daddy, yeah
Here we go
If you sail
(Sailing, sailing)
Over the sea
(Will you wait for me)
Take my tip, they’re all
Molto hip in Italy
(Well, Arrevederci)
(As for France)
Oh, I know you’re
Very big there
(Yes, believe it or not)
I do believe, I do indeed
(Frenchmen all prefer what
They call le jazz hot)
Take a plane
(Bobba doo zot)
Go to Siam in Bangkok
Today round the clock
Well, they all like to jam
Indians on the Amazon
Beat one bar and
All of them are
(Well, gone, man, gone)
From the Equator
Up to the Pole
Everybody winging
Everybody singing
That rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock and roll
From the East to the West
From the coast to the coast
Jazz is king cause jazz is
The thing folks dig
That’s jazz
AAAAAAAH I’M SO HAPPY I FOUND THIS! That song, the first jazz song I heard and made my teen jazzy years for a very long time!
I’m so in love with this video I’ll hear this song over and over and over again everytime of my day!
The lyric:
Dear gentlefolk of Newport
Or maybe I should
Say hats and cats
I want you to lend an ear
Because, well, I want you
To hear some really
Shimmering sharps and flats
For these cozy virtuosi
Just about the greatest
In the trade are fixing
To show you now precisely how
Or approximately
Jazz music is made
Well, you take some skins
Jazz begins
Then you take a bass
Man, now we’re
Getting someplace
Take a box
One that rocks
Take a blue horn
New Orleans born
You take a stick
With a lick
Take a bone
Ho ho, hold the phone
Take a spot
Cool and hot
Now you has jazz, jazz
Jazz, jazz, jazz
That’s positively theraputic
Now you has jazz, jazz, jazz
Masters Hall and Young
That’s Ed Hall
And Tommy Young
Now you has Masters
Kyle and Shaw
That’s Billy Kyle
Arvil Shaw
Now you has Mr. Barrett Deems
Listen to, well, you know who
Hey, Pops, you wanna grab
A little of what’s left here
Yeah, Daddy, yeah
Here we go
If you sail
(Sailing, sailing)
Over the sea
(Will you wait for me)
Take my tip, they’re all
Molto hip in Italy
(Well, Arrevederci)
(As for France)
Oh, I know you’re
Very big there
(Yes, believe it or not)
I do believe, I do indeed
(Frenchmen all prefer what
They call le jazz hot)
Take a plane
(Bobba doo zot)
Go to Siam in Bangkok
Today round the clock
Well, they all like to jam
Indians on the Amazon
Beat one bar and
All of them are
(Well, gone, man, gone)
From the Equator
Up to the Pole
Everybody winging
Everybody singing
That rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock and roll
From the East to the West
From the coast to the coast
Jazz is king cause jazz is
The thing folks dig
That’s jazz
"The question is not what you look at, but what you see"
- – Henry David Thoreau (via olcrein)
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Queen - Don’t Stop Me Now
This will wake me up.
