Cosmic Parsvanatha
ARTIST:Jain (India)
DATE:c. 1525The Minneapolis Institute of Arts
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HEEMSKERCK, Maerten van
(b. 1498, Heemskerck, d. 1574, Haarlem)
Annunciation
1546
Oil on panel, 262 x 123 cm (each wing)
Frans Halsmuseum, Haarlem
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Vädersolstavlan (Swedish for “The Sun Dog Painting”) is an oil-on-panel painting depicting a halo display, an atmospheric optical phenomenon, observed over Stockholm on April 20, 1535.
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Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!
See, they return, one, and by one,
With fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in the wind,
and half turn back… Ezra Pound, from “The Return” (via proustitute)
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Janus
There’s no better time to learn about Janus than in January, his very own special little month. As Janus is the Roman god of beginnings, (among other things) it’s fairly apropos to talk about him in the first days of a brand new year (on western calendars).
Besides being the patron of beginnings, (and endings) Janus is the god of transitions, as represented by doors and gates. Big fan of a good door, that Janus. Oh, and he’s also the god of time, and thus the two faces: looking back into the past and forward into the future.
Janus is actually difficult to classify in the Roman Pantheon: he’s one of those everything and nothing types of deities. It’s been debated exactly what he presides over, since things like “time” and “transitions” are nebulous. Is he everywhere, and perhaps all powerful, or is he literally just hiding behind a rock, watching you get out of bed and start your day? Many Roman philosophers saw him as both the spark that caused every beginning, and the shadow that brought about every end.
Janus is certainly one mysterious deity, and was the topic of countless debates in western culture since the days of the old Roman Kingdom.
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To my mind, Harold Bloom is not so much the judicious patriarch or brazen egomaniac or even a vogon (as one detractor had it) as he is a grandmother – endlessly harried, fiercely loving, and relentlessly worried about the future of his brood. One could say that the bombastic Brontosaurus is really no more than the mother hen of his corner of literary history. He has been known to address his interviewers as “my child,” “my dearies,” and “my little bear.” Every photo of him I’ve ever seen displays the hollow-eyed gaze of a sort of maternal weariness, an insomnia of wondering if the lights are going out and if the house will still be standing when he finally shuffles off the mortal coil.
Matt Hanson’s review of Harold Bloom’s The Anatomy of Influence
This post is part of our “Best of 2011” series, which highlights exceptional original pieces that have been published on The Millions this year.
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If you have a minimum of experience, we know that all the complexity of the human being comes from the fact that their actions are often totally at odds with your thoughts, and that two human beings do not always react the same way to a given situation . Some people cry when they are sad, others…
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EYCK, Barthélemy d’
(active 1444-1469 in France)
Annunciation
1443-44
Mixed technique on wood, 155 x 176 cm
Ste Marie-Madeleine, Aix-en-Provence
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