“No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot,
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.” While thus one spirit spake,
The other wail’d so sorely, that heart-struck
I, through compassion fainting, seem’d not far
From death, and like a corse fell to the ground.
The Divine Comedy, Inferno V: Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta. John Flaxman, The Lovers Surprised and The Lovers Punished.
HG Wells and Orson Welles
Photo taken following Welles’ radio dramatization of Wells’ book, ‘The War of the Worlds” which sparked widespread panic from listeners who thought the alien invasion described in the story was real. Read more about it here.
Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1598 - 1680).
Ratto di Proserpina / Rape of Proserpina. 1622.
(Bernini was only 23 years old!)
Galleria Borghese. Roma. Italia.
In ancient Rome Proserpina was the daughter of Ceres and Jupiter, She was worshipped as goddess of fertility and was said to be responsible for the change of seasons.
After Pluto (Hades) had been hit by one of Cupids arrows, he fell in love with Proserpina and abducted her to the underworld in order to marry her. Worried, her mother wandered the earth, searching for her lost daughter, turning the farmlands into desert wherever she went. Jupiter, knowing where Proserpina could be found, ordered Pluto to free his daughter. Pluto agreed but tricked Proserpina into eating six pomegranate seeds from the underworld, knowing this would make a permanent return to the world of the living impossible. Ever since, Proserpina has to return to the underworld for six months every year, initiating the cold season. Whenever she returns in the arms of her mother, spring will commence.
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL STORY!
Image taken from the Codex Seraphinianus.
The Codex Seraphinianus is a book written and illustrated by the Italian artist, architect and industrial designer Luigi Serafini during thirty months, from 1976 to 1978. The book is approximately 360 pages long (depending on edition), and appears to be a visual encyclopedia of an unknown world, written in one of its languages, a thus-far undeciphered alphabetic writing.
If you like where this is going you can download the whole book here: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/468879/LSCS.pdf
I just discovered this (here) and I’m amazed. It’s beautiful and intriguing :D