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"I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me."
- Virginia Woolf
“But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.”
- Virginia Woolf.
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Wishing everyone a wonderful day!!
A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find, lucky to have.
Anon
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Khalil Gibran
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
Henry David Thoreau
Friends are the family you choose.
Jess C. Scott
Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends.
Virginia Woolf
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"There is no antidote (let me warn you) to the shock of the encounters". / "No hay antídoto (séame permitido advertirlo) contra la conmoción de los encuentros".
Virginia Woolf #Dixit
or tears...
Il 28 marzo 1941 Virginia Woolf disse addio alla sua vita lasciandosi annegare con le tasche piene di sassi nel fiume Ouse, nel Sussex .
Al marito Leonard un'ultima straziante lettera :
... Sto facendo quella che mi sembra la cosa migliore da fare.... Non posso più combattere, ti sto rovinando la vita...
Voglio che tu sappia che mi hai dato la maggiore felicità possibile. Sei stato tutto ciò che nessuno avrebbe mai potuto essere... Devo a te tutta la felicità della mia vita. A te, incredibilmente buono... Se qualcuno avesse potuto salvarmi saresti stato tu. Tutto se ne è andato da me, tranne la certezza della tua bontà...
Ho letto la sua biografía : la perdita precoce della mamma, e poi del papà... La violenza di due fratelli...
Neppure il grande amore del marito ha potuto liberarla dai suoi fantasmi, dal suo malessere, dal suo dolore.
Mi viene in mente la Canzone di Marinella. Anche lei scivolata una sera in un fiume, a primavera . Ma una vicenda del tutto diversa..
La canzone è stata ispirata da un fatto realmente accaduto, nel 1953.
Maria era emigrata nel nord con la sua famiglia dalla Calabria, per sfuggire alla povertà, in cerca di una vita migliore.
Dopo uno sfortunato amore, molte sventure ed umiliazioni, senza l'appoggio della famiglia, si era trovata a fare la prostituta e, uccisa da un delinquente, il suo corpo era stato scaraventato nel fiume Olona, nei pressi di Rho.
Due storie completamente diverse, ugualmente tristi
Wisperia under the rain
I’ve been telling myself this for a while and I knew it was from Virginia Woolf.
“He attached no importance to changes in fashion. Who could tell what was going to last – in literature or indeed in anything else?”
“‘Let us enjoy what we do enjoy,’ he said.” - Virginia Woolf, ("To the Lighthouse").
So this long weekend, I’m going to enjoy what I enjoy, and I hope you find something you enjoy, too.
"Давайте же получать удовольствие от того, что его доставляет." - Вирджиния Вулф "На маяк".
Virginia Woolf statue on Richmond Riverside.
Adeline Virginia Woolf was an English writer and one of the most influential 20th-century modernist authors. She helped to pioneer the use of stream of consciousness narration as a literary device.
Virginia Woolf was born in South Kensington, London, into an affluent and intellectual family as the seventh child of Julia Prinsep Jackson and Leslie Stephen. She grew up in a blended household of eight children, including her sister, the painter Vanessa Bell. Educated at home in English classics and Victorian literature, Woolf later attended King’s College London, where she studied classics and history and encountered early advocates for women’s rights and education.
After the death of her father in 1904, Woolf and her family moved to the bohemian Bloomsbury district, where she became a founding member of the influential Bloomsbury Group. She married Leonard Woolf in 1912, and together they established the Hogarth Press in 1917, which published much of her work. They eventually settled in Sussex in 1940, maintaining their involvement in literary circles throughout their lives.
Woolf began publishing professionally in 1900 and rose to prominence during the interwar period with novels like Mrs Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927), and Orlando (1928), as well as the feminist essay A Room of One’s Own (1929). Her work became central to 1970s feminist criticism and remains influential worldwide, having been translated into over 50 languages. Woolf’s legacy endures through extensive scholarship, cultural portrayals, and tributes such as memorials, societies, and university buildings bearing her name.
The sculpture pays tribute to the novelist who drowned herself in the River Ouse in Lewes after prolonged mental health problems.
Happy Bench Monday!
Virginia Woolf was named an icon of the 20th Century by the BBC. A century after she lived and worked in Richmond with husband Leonard, this world-famous writer and champion of women's rights is now being honoured with a public statue in the town where they lived from 1914 to 1924.
The first full-size bronze statue of Virginia Woolf by artist Laury Dizengremel was unveiled in 2022. The statue is overlooking the riverside at Richmond-upon-Thames, where the author set up Hogarth Press and lived for 10 years.
More in the article
www.theguardian.com/books/2022/nov/16/virginia-woolf-scul...
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Sorry Virginia Woolf! :)
Taken in Second Life at Sommergewitter: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cosima/63/125/22
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Eilean Iarmain.
The lighthouse at Isle Ornsay, Isle of Skye provides the setting for Virginia Woolf's highly acclaimed novel. To the Lighthouse, written in 1927, is regarded as one of the best English language novels of the 20th century.
Wikipedia: In 1919 Virginia Woolf briefly owned – but never lived in – the Round House ( a former windmill in Pipe Passage,) Lewes, Sussex.
See: britishlistedbuildings.co.uk/101043743-the-round-house-lewes
The mill base was built in 1801 but in 1835 the windmill sails were removed to the foot of Race Hill. The base was converted into a private house in about 1900. It was constructed with flint with red brick bands and dressings and with a slate low-pitched roof. It is Octagonal in plan with pronounced batter to walls. A Grade II Listed Building.
from virginia woolf’s to the lighthouse: “to be silent; to be alone. all the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself… when life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.”
Godrevy Lighthouse in Cornwall. Lines of the coastal path lead the eye to this iconic lighthouse. Famed by the novel of Virginia Woolf , "To the Lighthouse",it stands as if on sentry duty on a small island off the coast of Godrevy Head, Cornwall.
Virginia Woolf
"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves..."
La prima luna piena del 2021 è quella 'del lupo'. Questa denominazione deriva dalla tradizione dei nativi americani che così identificavano la luna che appariva quando i lupi affamati ululavano intorno ai loro villaggi nelle rigide notti invernali
Genova. Purtroppo ero in città sotto alla luce dei lampioni.
Nella luna sembra sia disegnato un profilo umano
The first full moon of this new year
Questa luna è distante 383,233 km dalla Terra
~Virginia Woolf
A beautiful day at Buttermere in the Lake District.
Please enjoy the quiet details in Large. Thank you so much for your visit!
Happy Bench Monday!
This first full-size bronze statue of Virginia Woolf was unveiled in 2022, overlooking the riverside at Richmond-upon-Thames, where the author set up Hogarth Press and lived for 10 years.
The result of a five-year funding campaign, the sculpture will sit on a bench, book in hand, smiling. Passersby are encouraged to stop for a selfie.
Woolf’s time in Richmond, from 1914-24, was a “very creative period”, according to the historian Anne Sebba. There, she finished and published the novel Night and Day, and essays and short stories such as Kew Gardens, and worked on The Common Reader and Mrs Dalloway. In 1924, she wrote in her diary: “[I have never] complained of Richmond, ’til I shed it, like a loose skin. I’ve had some very curious visions in this room too, lying in bed, mad, and seeing the sunlight quivering like gold water on the wall. I’ve heard the voices of the dead here. And felt, through it all, exquisitely happy.” Sebba lives nearby and says she can’t wait to take her young granddaughters, who have been curious about the author, to see her statue.
Sculptor, Laury Dizengremel. “There are so few women represented in sculpture,” she says. “I find it quite remarkable that [Woolf] will be situated where so many people will walk past, where so many women and girls will be inspired.” The idea for a seated Woolf, welcoming interaction, was sparked partly by John Coll’s statue of the poet Patrick Kavanagh, which sits beside the Grand Canal in Dublin.
The exhibition Blind, shown at La Maison d'Aneli, will close friday July 22th.
The exhibition explores our denial of the studied, validated, stated, detailed crisis of climate change for which we are collectively responsible : natural, economic, social and demographic disasters. And yet we do nothing, but continue our frenzy of senseless consumption and expend our energy in war.
The exhibition consists of five themes displayed in an original 3D and video installation, thirteen images and seven short stories.
Blind is the first part of "The 5th Season" an artwork in three parts.
The seven short stories, published on The Carbone Studio website , feature Tiresias, Daphne, Oedipus and his daughter Antigone, Clarissa Dalloway, and George and Martha, characters from the play "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" in stories that take place in our time.
Picture above taken in the George and Martha Room room (Look away).
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Blind can be visited at the gallery La Maison d'Aneli
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Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
"El sol de la tarde calentaba los campos, azulaba las sombras y enrojecía las espigas. Como un barniz, un profundo tinte cubría los campos. Un carro, un caballo, un vuelo de cornejas, todo lo que se movía a la luz del sol quedaba envuelto en dorada redondez."
-Virginia Woolf-
I tried reading Virginia Woolf's 'To The Lighthouse' in my younger days but found it a total bore and gave up on it. It's usually up there in 'The Greatest Books Of All Time' lists but maybe it's one to read when you're older. Think I'll give it a go again now I've reached that stage!
Felt somewhat philosophical today so thought I put some text on the photo. Exactly the same spot as my previous two; the last of my stormy ones for a while.
In celebration of Virginia Woolf's 136th birthday.
To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf is a novel about childhood emotions and adult relationships. It is about loss, subjectivity, the nature of art and the problem of perception …
“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
“I make no apologies for who I am. I thought to put all sadness on another account; to squirrel it away; to cry in silence, but today I am decidedly against it. I am me and I must be able to express myself because to keep those feelings of such magnitude inside me is untenable. So many people suffer in silence, but why should they … Always I come back to the words of my Wisest Friend … “understanding is the first step towards love.” To understand me is to love me, you understand …
Soon I will be leaving for my little island where I can sleep like a baby; where there is only peace and where I can be at one with nature; where I feel no pain or anguish; where time stands still and where my mind is stilled; a place where I can just be … “ - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=597lnTSyTyI
THE WAVES – TUESDAY – MAX RICHTER
Virginia's words read by Gillian Anderson
Virginia my love; my soul mate
I have an affinity with you
deeper than the ocean
the depths of emotions
that took your life
deprived the world
of such a beautiful heart and soul
a brilliant mind; a tenderness
a gift for words; a capacity for love
that surpasses all mortal understanding
and yet, am I not mortal then
I often wondered …
sometimes I feel a yearning
a strange compulsion grips me
I find myself on the beach
the sea stretched endlessly before me
absent-mindedly I fill my pockets
the heaviest pebbles; the densest stones
as if my heavy heart
is not enough to weigh me down
still I need the comforting weight
the weight that took you from this world
yes, I feel that too, almost every day
but in these dark days that overwhelm me
when I cannot sleep unless I purge myself of my emotions
the floods that dampen my pillow
ironic how water always plays it's part
the sharp scalding salty tears
like the waves, the waves, the waves
the current; the rip-tide is strong today
it pulls me like a magnet
draws the steel sword driven through me
a metallic taste so bitter on my tongue
I am other-wordly
my unseeing gaze disturbs the birds
the mournful cries of the gulls overhead
soft wings sweep the tears from my cheeks
this life I have is not for the mild; the meek
I find myself on the mud flats
sinking slowly; more slowly than my pulse that quickens
how strange and precious is our time here
we let it trickle through our fingers
like the sand in an egg timer
one minute; two minutes; three …
hard-boiled; no, not me; not ever
no matter what fate decides for me
my heart will still be gentle
it hurts to feel this much
everything seems too big; too loud; too much
like the images in the rear view mirror
smoke and mirrors; dust to dust
ashes to ashes; needs … needs must
to overcome my present state
I cannot and maybe that is how it should be
who knows where our end will lie
are we, after all, not born to die
I hear a shout; barely audible on the wind
seems more like a whisper
carried away so swiftly
horses hooves; ah yes, I remember
as a small child falling asleep to this sound
only now I know it was just an illusion
the sound of my own beating heart
resounding within my ears
the rythmn of my life; of all life
have you ever put your ear to the ground
and heard the earth beat
have you ever fallen to your knees
in resolute defeat
this world was never meant for me
the subtle little cruelties;
the violent vivid passions that engulf me
some sleepwalk through their lives
they do not notice or understand such things
“Do not abandon me!”, I cry
I am only 8 years old and I have already twice died
now that child is still within me
TRAPPED; no-one can hear me scream
there is no escaping me; my inner child
the one who allows me to see the beauty of the world
is also the one who makes me want to run
to end it all here on my beach
where as a child I ran
and then I drowned; yes really drowned
pronounced dead at the scene; my family told
but by some strange fate it was not my time
I was brought back to this life
but I was different from the child before
I was so much more; too much more …
is this my purpose then; the place where I should be
to tell you all my stories; divulge the innermost of me
I wonder; how I wonder …
am I up to the task; the skies are dark and distant thunder
drags me down; drags me under
the waves, the waves, the waves
salty tears on my eyelashes
salty waves and thunder crashes
all around me so surreal
this is it then; the meaning of my life
to end it here, my dear Virginia
to end it here with you …
your words; your thoughts; your feelings
so closely resemble mine
and yet I wonder even now
am I still to live or am I yet to die …
I sigh
my heart aches
my head hurts
the ground shakes
earth to earth
I cry …
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My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
Godrevy Island lies some three miles out to sea from St Ives Bay in Cornwall. It’s the site of Godrevy Lighthouse, and is out of bounds to the public.
The white lighthouse is said to be the inspiration for Virginia Woolf’s novel To the Lighthouse published in 1927, although in the book she places it elsewhere.
In stormy weather the lighthouse warns shipping of the dangers of the Stones reef, which stretches from the island to St Ives. It was built in 1858 after the loss, over the decades, of many a vessel with all hands on board. In the 1930s it became automatic and has been fuelled by solar power since 1995.
I took this photograph using a Tamron 18-270mm lens at full stretch. I think it worked well, aided hugely by the special light for which St Ives and the surrounding bays are justly famous.
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqbSmrWI43c
SOLITUDE : CHANTAL CHAMBERLAND
Fraying remnants; fragments
of another life ill spent
a pastel dream of lovers hewn
from pink stucco and grey cement
they met with good intentions
their bless-ed lives to share
but turned to stone and crumbled
in dusty rooms; so unaware
of fate that dealt a fatal blow
and shattered all their dreams
the pieces of their intriguing puzzle
filled the air; settled on beams
rough-hewn wood and splinters
particles of life
echoes of another age
faded grandeur; without strife
easy come and easy go
that old chestnut; adage
let me see and let me know
the wonders of our passage
from youth to adulthood it seems
the transition was rather cloudy
speckled memories like dust bunnies
passed before my eyes and shrouded
all my thoughts entombed and rested
waiting for the sunshine
to brighten up and find me hidden
in dark corners of my anxious mind
peace reigns in old and ancient times
the buildings filled with wonder
the secrets of the ones who walked
before our footsteps crashed like thunder
my ballgown sweeps the fallen leaves
blown through the cracks in window panes
catch the softly filtered light
feel the fresh and welcome rain
how good it is to be alive
to feel the world and find my place
how sad it would have been to die
not knowing of your lovely face
I see you now in my mind's eye
the twinkle of your smile meets mine
and all the while I think of nothing
but the kiss we shared; so sweet; divine
the blue and green hues of the ocean
divided at our touch
we swam for miles and wreathed in smiles
we swam the whole way back
I think you let me beat you then
in our little race we set
your generosity and kindness
the love you gave when first we met
never dwindled through those years
and time stood still at will
set in an amber memory
you know I love you still
but you were never meant for me
never mine to have at all
I try to stop my tears from falling
amid these murmuring sequestered walls.
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"Ahora envolveré mi angustia en el pañuelo que siempre llevo en el bolsillo. Y la angustia quedará apretujada, en una pelota."
V. Woolf
Thank you to everyone for your wonderful friendship and support. I will try to catch up with you all when I can, but in the meantime I am posting this video and song that I made today. Just to remind me that “I am not alone in the night”, my cat, Bubbles, sneezed with impeccable timing at the end of that line, so I have left it in because I think it will make you smile as much as it did me to hear it!! ; 0) At the end I say “au revoir” because I don't want to leave and I will always return, but still I have some things to figure out in my life, so I need to spend some time doing this. My spirits are lifting daily, but it is a roller coaster with me as always so I hope you will not mind me floating in and out. Some of you will know of my affinity with Virginia Woolf and her works. She is a person I can closely identify with, although I hope I have a better ending!! ; 0))
I came across the following quote to share with you followed by a few words of my own: -
"Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe."
- Virginia Woolf
"... and so I will try to reduce my thoughts that are at the moment overwhelming me and allow the rest of the qualities that I know exist within me to breathe until my inner light outshines the darkness." - AP
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All images are my personal photographs and this is my cover version of Love Letters.
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNpeK7sDLzE
THE POWER OF LOVE – GABRIELLE APLIN
WEB OF STRONG DESIRE
The colours that you bring me
in this web of strong desire
that makes my heart sing joyfully
like birds before the dawn
and like diamond dew drops on the lawn
you enchant me and make me yours
what mind do I have left
too weak to leave forbidden fruit
that hangs so heavy, yet so beautiful on the bower
as windfalls scatter bruised and battered at my feet
I feast and relish all I can devour
small crumbs you throw
but how the magic that you weave
bewitches me and carries me
to places only we can know and make-believe
filled with dreams where only we can go
and be as one, unlike this life
where Summer sun comes at such a heady price
how I long for sleep to take me
far beyond this place that breaks me
to realms where knights in silver armour
joust on camomile lawns crushed and sweetened
by horses hooves and nights morph into days
where whence great battles filled the dawns
with cordite powder smoke and misty
mysterious shadows where one man
was left standing and walked on by himself
leaving his fatally wounded duelling partner
to someone else, so he could claim his prize
is that what love was all about
back then in another time
and has it changed much in this present day
so many people living lives in disarray
and disregard for anyone but themselves
they take their pleasures where they find them
then leave their mistresses on empty shelves
alone with bleeding hearts and Cupid's darts
that once brought pleasure to them
now grow dusty in their closing wounds
and scars heal rough and raised
and yet in spite of all of this
a sweet young lover still will yearn
for her brooding heroic lover's kiss
in girlhood she read all the Gothic novels
and imagination transported her gentle heart
to times so long forgotten
that she dreamt that she had lived in olden times
and trodden cobbles still remain beneath the city now
a whole world carved out in history since the plague
was buried, but now recovered like a disused cave
She went there once in this lifetime and not so long ago
It shook her to her core this stepping back in time
she felt and saw the torment of her previous incarnation
and as her eyes were opened blinking into the morning light
she knew that now was all she needed;
but still she yearned for night
and all the dreams that heaven brought
she savoured in sweet moments
she remembered in first morning's thoughts
before the new day plunged and plundered
through her drowsy mind
and overhead the crashing sound of thunder
lightning filled the room with light
and she was back again in her present time
ready to face another day and hide her dreams
in seamless secret pockets out of sight and far away.
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My artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs
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Live it !
Feel it !
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn1UNMd0Reo
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Virginia Woolf
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
With softly diffused light, they provided limited privacy.
“I always have such need to merely talk to you.
Even when I have nothing to talk about –
with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it.
I invent it for you.
Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you
and because I need to feel you near.
Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow.
What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way,
I am never empty of you;
not for a moment, an instant, a single second.”
~ Virginia Woolf ~