Category: fantasy
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear.
Frida Kahlo de Rivera (July 6, 1907 â July 13, 1954; born Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón) was a Mexican painter, born in Coyoacán, and perhaps best known for her self-portraits.
Kahlo’s life began and ended in Mexico City, in her home known as the Blue House. She gave her birth date as July 7, 1910, but her birth certificate shows July 6, 1907. Kahlo had allegedly wanted the year of her birth to coincide with the year of the beginning of the Mexican revolution so that her life would begin with the birth of modern Mexico. At age 6 years, Frida developed polio, which caused her right leg to appear much thinner than the other. It was to remain that way permanently. Her work has been celebrated in Mexico as emblematic of national and indigenous tradition, and by feminists for its uncompromising depiction of the female experience and form.
Mexican culture and Amerindian cultural tradition are important in her work, which has been sometimes characterized as Naïve art or folk art. Her work has also been described as “surrealist”, and during 1938 one surrealist described Kahlo as a “ribbon around a bomb”.
Kahlo had a marriage with the famous Mexican artist Diego Rivera. She suffered lifelong health problems, many of which derived from a traffic accident during her teenage years. These issues are perhaps represented by her works, many of which are self-portraits of one sort or another. Kahlo suggested, “I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.” She also stated, “I was born a bitch. I was born a painter.” (read more)
“You have to be crazy…
to live in an insane world.
Infinite time…
infinite space…
what is not possible ?
believe nothing…
of what you hear…
half of what you read.
“The Eye of Silence”
Max Ernst 1943-44
Max Ernst (2 April 1891 â 1 April 1976)
was a German painter, sculptor, graphic artist, and poet.
A prolific artist, Ernst is considered to be one of the
primary pioneers of the Dada movement and Surrealism.
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Halloween (or Hallowe’en) is an annual holiday observed on October 31, primarily in Canada, Ireland, the United States and the United Kingdom. It has roots in the Celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian holiday All Saints’ Day, but is today largely a secular celebration. (read more)
Harry Houdini (born Erik Weisz; March 24, 1874 â October 31, 1926) was a Hungarian-born American magician and escapologist, stunt performer, actor and film producer noted for his sensational escape acts. Harry Houdini died on Halloween. (read more)
I can see it in your eyes.
You have the look of a man who accepts
what he sees because he’s expecting to
wake up. Ironically, this is not far from
the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
Neo: No.
Morpheus: Why not?
Neo: ‘Cause I don’t like the idea that
I’m not in control of my life.
Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean.
Let me tell you why you’re here.
You’re here because you know something.
What you know, you can’t explain.
But you feel it. You felt it your entire
life. That there’s something wrong
with the world. You don’t know what
it is, but it’s there. Like a splinter
in your mind — driving you mad.
It is this feeling that has brought you
to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?
Neo: The Matrix?
Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?
(Neo nods his head.)
Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere,
it is all around us. Even now,
in this very room. You can see it when
you look out your window, or when
you turn on your television. You can
feel it when you go to work, or when
go to church or when you pay your taxes.
It is the world that has been pulled
over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo.
Like everyone else, you were born into
bondage, born inside a prison that
you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind. (long pause, sighs)
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the
Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
This is your last chance. After this,
there is no turning back.
(In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.)
Morpheus: You take the blue pill and
the story ends. You wake in your bed
and believe whatever you want to believe.
(a red pill is shown in his other hand)
You take the red pill and you stay in
Wonderland and I show you how deep the
rabbit-hole goes. (Long pause;
Neo begins to reach for the red pill)
Remember — all I am offering is the
truth, nothing more.
(Neo takes the red pill and
swallows it with a glass of water)
“Darmok on the ocean.
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.
The beast at Tanagra.
Kadir beneath Mo Moteh.
Kiteo, his eyes closed.
Temba, his arms wide/open.
Temba, at rest.
Mirab, with sails unfurled.
Shaka, when the walls fell.
Sokath, his eyes uncovered/opened.
The river Temarc in winter.
Zinda, his face black, his eyes red.
Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani.
Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya.
Ubaya of crossroads, at Lungha.
Lungha, her sky gray.
Uzani, his army with fists open.
Uzani, his army with fists closed.”
