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This is a part of the series. 

All women are essentially the three nymphs. And each of us move through all phases of these like the moon moves through phases in the night skies.

It truly takes a lifetime of being …in order to become … People seldom ever allow us that right. Moments make us difficulties that we aren’t really given the change to transcend beyond them.

Nature does this …naturally.

*When we let her of course. She changes.  Some people like to make one or the other and move to keep her there. Like clipping a flower and placing it in a vase, or an arrangement. 

All women are all three and much like art, she is subjective according to the eye, and it’s need to see her as such.

Absolutely brilliant. Brilliant! You’ve lit a fire in my mind. I’ve got to watch this whole series. I often wonder about the inherent differences between the roles of men and women, and this was a fantastic explanation. Yes, my nature made me a woman - to be honest, before I even could imagine what that meant. For men, though - it’s different. Women are made to be women - men must become men, with intent. And yes, women have all three within them - as long as they’re allowed to fully express themselves. Thank you for this!

As an aside, I’m going to dive into Joyce, but I’m thinking chronologically (starting with Dubliners). Would you agree?

No, I wouldn’t actually begin with the Dubliners. That’s the assumed place to begin. But I think the whole process should start with his Portrait of the Artist as a young man. The Dubliners I think should be sort of like Star Wars, you motion backward and forward.

I say this mostly because Joyce can be a terribly difficult read, and I want you to love it, not to struggle with it. 

I’d say to end with Finnegan’s Wake because of it being a dream sequence, it can be difficult to make sense of, and also because the language is so difficult. I don’t want you to become disinterested or to give up like so many people tend to do. I think Portrait first, because it’s the simplest of the lot language wise.

Portrait
Ulysses
Dubliners
Finnegan’s Wake
The Dead
Evaline
Stephen Hero

(Meaning it’s best to not attempt to read them in order of publication as a linear thing) *If I had it to do all over again, this is what I would have done having spent years reading the lot knowing now, what I wish I had known then. Because I didn’t get them at all despite the order, until I listened to Campbell and then they all opened like flowers. And I understood. So that is the reason why I mixed the order of reading (which may be preferential?)

…And the rest in any order you like. 

*Much for the same reasons that I adore Nabokov’s Butterflies. Chamber music is a favorite of mine of Joyce’s. 
 

In that order. Unless of course you’re older, and from Country Cork and you understand the vernacular This is the order an American bibliophile should approach the works. 

This is something to fall in love with, not something to struggle through. And if you can get your hands on them, find Campbell’s lectures on them. It makes it so much more simple to appreciate. I think the two men were twin souls? No one explained Joyce better than Campbell.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! A million times, thank you. I’m excited to begin this literary journey - and I’ll do my best to find Campbell’s lectures. Twin souls = so beautiful. Yes!

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  • The reason why I find those image choices to be lovely, is because the way nature emulates itself throughout it's full spectrum. The folds of the leaf in the exposed veins, the pinks and the pastels are musical to my sensibilities. And the way that the light loves the patterns is the way that human skin looks too but only under magnification. So nature (in the raw) mimics the iridescence that human skin contains cell by cell because if you look at a person naked, they look like skin from a distance. When you magnify it (by that old kaleidoscope eye of the G-d.) you see it as opalescence and color, and refraction and that moves me... Because it is just lovely the way we shimmer and shine, and at the same time it's sad how most people never see it and worse how they never look.
  • Ah, I agree. You have a luminous intellect, a tremendous spirit, and a poet's heart. It's hard to respond to such passion and genius! Thank you for sharing with me.

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soredemonao:

@ retronostalgia

This is a part of the series. 

All women are essentially the three nymphs. And each of us move through all phases of these like the moon moves through phases in the night skies.

It truly takes a lifetime of being …in order to become … People seldom ever allow us that right. Moments make us difficulties that we aren’t really given the change to transcend beyond them.

Nature does this …naturally.

*When we let her of course. She changes.  Some people like to make one or the other and move to keep her there. Like clipping a flower and placing it in a vase, or an arrangement. 

All women are all three and much like art, she is subjective according to the eye, and it’s need to see her as such.

Absolutely brilliant. Brilliant! You’ve lit a fire in my mind. I’ve got to watch this whole series. I often wonder about the inherent differences between the roles of men and women, and this was a fantastic explanation. Yes, my nature made me a woman - to be honest, before I even could imagine what that meant. For men, though - it’s different. Women are made to be women - men must become men, with intent. And yes, women have all three within them - as long as they’re allowed to fully express themselves. Thank you for this!

As an aside, I’m going to dive into Joyce, but I’m thinking chronologically (starting with Dubliners). Would you agree?

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imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.
Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.

Yes  … True, but when you are this close to the G-d aesthetic, that transcendence creates awe, and arrest. And that often moves me to tears because it reminds me what we all are formed of, and how delicate and lovely we all are.
Because I’m a big baby and a total sucker for beauty.
If you took these pictures yourself? Do you have any clue how fabulous you are?
I wonder…  This is proper art, this is nature, this is… aesthetic arrest. This is symmetry, and light, and proportion and beauty at it’s highest 
This is the universe whispering “Kadosh” 

Ahhhh, yes. You are so right. “Aesthetic arrest”… What a poignant phrase! You are a lovely human being. I wish I had taken these photographs. Whoever did is truly an artist. It’s just enough that I can appreciate them. 

I too can’t accept credit for that phrase. (although I too wish I had coined it) we have the wonderful James Joyce to thank for that. 
In accordance with the wonderful master of philosophy Mr. Joseph Campbell. It seems because each of us were inspired by the correct things therefore appreciation of what is truly lovely becomes as easy and simple as it should be because the most profound things are also the simplest and the most beautiful. 
Peace and Namaste lovely person. 

Thank you for the wisdom and the knowledge! (goes off to see what to read by James Joyce…) Peace and Namaste to you, too.

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retronostalgia:

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retronostalgia:

soredemonao:

imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.

Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.


Yes  … True, but when you are this close to the G-d aesthetic, that transcendence creates awe, and arrest. And that often moves me to tears because it reminds me what we all are formed of, and how delicate and lovely we all are.

Because I’m a big baby and a total sucker for beauty.

If you took these pictures yourself? Do you have any clue how fabulous you are?

I wonder…  This is proper art, this is nature, this is… aesthetic arrest. This is symmetry, and light, and proportion and beauty at it’s highest 

This is the universe whispering “Kadosh” 

Ahhhh, yes. You are so right. “Aesthetic arrest”… What a poignant phrase! You are a lovely human being. I wish I had taken these photographs. Whoever did is truly an artist. It’s just enough that I can appreciate them. 

I too can’t accept credit for that phrase. (although I too wish I had coined it) we have the wonderful James Joyce to thank for that. 

In accordance with the wonderful master of philosophy Mr. Joseph Campbell. It seems because each of us were inspired by the correct things therefore appreciation of what is truly lovely becomes as easy and simple as it should be because the most profound things are also the simplest and the most beautiful. 

Peace and Namaste lovely person. 

Thank you for the wisdom and the knowledge! (goes off to see what to read by James Joyce…) Peace and Namaste to you, too.

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soredemonao:

retronostalgia:

soredemonao:

imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.
Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.

Yes  … True, but when you are this close to the G-d aesthetic, that transcendence creates awe, and arrest. And that often moves me to tears because it reminds me what we all are formed of, and how delicate and lovely we all are.
Because I’m a big baby and a total sucker for beauty.
If you took these pictures yourself? Do you have any clue how fabulous you are?
I wonder…  This is proper art, this is nature, this is… aesthetic arrest. This is symmetry, and light, and proportion and beauty at it’s highest 
This is the universe whispering “Kadosh” 

Ahhhh, yes. You are so right. “Aesthetic arrest”… What a poignant phrase! You are a lovely human being. I wish I had taken these photographs. Whoever did is truly an artist. It’s just enough that I can appreciate them. 

soredemonao:

retronostalgia:

soredemonao:

imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.

Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.


Yes  … True, but when you are this close to the G-d aesthetic, that transcendence creates awe, and arrest. And that often moves me to tears because it reminds me what we all are formed of, and how delicate and lovely we all are.

Because I’m a big baby and a total sucker for beauty.

If you took these pictures yourself? Do you have any clue how fabulous you are?

I wonder…  This is proper art, this is nature, this is… aesthetic arrest. This is symmetry, and light, and proportion and beauty at it’s highest 

This is the universe whispering “Kadosh” 

Ahhhh, yes. You are so right. “Aesthetic arrest”… What a poignant phrase! You are a lovely human being. I wish I had taken these photographs. Whoever did is truly an artist. It’s just enough that I can appreciate them. 

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soredemonao:

imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.
Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.

soredemonao:

imyourpurplefate:

Shihya Kowatari

Oh my stars… So lovely.

Almost made me weepy.

No weepy! The nature of beauty is ephemeral, and that is a joy unto itself.

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pomgraphicdesign:

"Tropical Floralway" by Pom Graphic Design

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"Tropical Floralway" by Pom Graphic Design

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"Both the happiest and saddest people in the world are the ones who realize nothing truly matters."

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"Happiness is found in the knowing that you do not necessarily require it in order to be… happy."

—Jean Paul Sartre

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So much truth. Almost too much truth.

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"If you press me to tell why I loved him, I feel that this cannot be expressed, except by answering: Because it was he, because it was I."

Montaigne (via my-da-best-evah)




“Why do you love the woman you’re in love with? Because she is. And that, after all, is God’s own definition of Himself; I am that I am. The girl is who she is. Some of her isness spills over and impregnates the entire universe.

Objects and events cease to be mere representations of classes and become their own uniqueness; cease to be illustrations of verbal abstractions and become fully concrete.

Then you stop being in love, and the universe collapses, with an almost audible squeak of derision, into its normal insignificance.”


Aldous Huxley

The Genius and the Goddess.

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"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth — more than ruin — more even than death. Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."

Bertrand Russell

Man = humankind, not the exclusive domain of the menfolk, obviously.

glamour:

On the back of the Catbird matchbooks. *Dressed

glamour:

On the back of the Catbird matchbooks. *Dressed