The monument to
the brothers William and Jacob Grimm,
in Kassel court.
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Arthur Rackham, frontispiece from
The romance of King Arthur, abridged from
Mallory’s Morte d’Arthur by Alfred W. Pollard,
New York, 1920.
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26 maart 2012
Alvida’s Window for The Magician’s Cape
from Swedish Fairy Tales
by John Bauer.
[Swedish painter and illustrator, 1882-1918]
Alvida did not touch any of the fruit herself.
She let it fall,
piece by piece,
and tired and thirsty travelers came along,
picked up a pear or an apple,
and blessed the gift.
25 maart 2012
Despite the enormous evening sky
spreading over most of the canvas,
its moon no more
than a tarnished coin, dull and flat,
in a devalued currency;
despite the trees, so dark themselves,
stretching upward like supplicants,
utterly leafless; despite what could be
a face, rinsed of feeling, aimed
in their direction,
the two small figures
at the bottom of this picture glow
bravely in their carnival clothes,
as if the whole darkening world
were dimming its lights for a party.
by Linda Pastan, “Carnival Evening”
Art by Henry Rousseau,
Carnival Evening, 1886, oil on canvas.
24 maart 2012
The "Golliwogg" (later "Golliwog", "golly doll")
was a character in children's books in
the late 19th century and depicted as a type of rag doll.
It was reproduced, both by commercial and
hobby toy-makers as a children's toy called
the "golliwog", and had great popularity in
North America, the United Kingdom, Europe
and Australia, into the 1960s.
The doll has black skin, eyes rimmed in white,
clown lips, and frizzy hair, and it has been described
as "the least known of the major anti-Black caricatures
in the United States".
While home-made golliwogs were sometimes female,
the golliwog was generally male.
For this reason, in the period following
World War II, the golliwog was seen, along with
the teddy bear, as a suitable soft toy for a young boy.
23 maart 2012
The little mermaid sighed, and looked sorrowfully
at her fish’s tail. “I know what you want,” said the sea witch;
“It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way,
and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess.”
This is an Illustration based on the Fairy Tale
“The Little Mermaid” in her own vision
The original story is by Hans Christian Anderson.
Art and story by JBSdesigns
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Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don’t say goodbye
Don’t say I didn’t try
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home.
So in the end
I’ll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me.
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn’t try.
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!.
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home
-Gollum’s Song by Emiliana Torrini
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Love happened at last,
And we entered God’s paradise,
Under the skin of the water
We saw the precious pearls of the sea
And were amazed.
Love happened at last
Without intimidation…with symmetry of wish.
So I gave…and you gave
And we were fair.
It happened with marvelous ease
Like writing with jasmine water,
Like a spring flowing
from the ground.
by Pablo Neruda
Art by Albert Edelfelt
Thanks Clarissa Rodriguez
for correcting me
the Poem is indeed by Nizar Qabbani
Pablo Neruda has wrote many poems as well
check it out here ;o)
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“Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things
there are to find out about?
It just makes me feel glad to be alive—
it’s such an interesting world.
It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know
all about everything, would it?
There’d be no scope for imagination then,
-Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Art by Claire Keanes
4 maart 2012
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks,
and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this,
to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
by Mary Oliver,
“When I Am Among the Trees”
Art by William M. Timlin
3 maart 2012
2 maart 2012
The girl and her dolls, teddy bear,
and pets are very deep in thought and are
putting their best efforts into good penmanship.
Illustration for The Christmas Letter circa 1905-07
by Wuanita Smith, American, 1866–1959.
Black chalk, red and black wash on illustration board.
Collection of the Museum of Fine Arts Boston.