The Fortune Teller,
or Beware of a Dark Lady
by Frank Cadogan Cowper, 1940 England
17 april 2012
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“The more that you read,
the more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
the more places you’ll go.”
~Dr. Seuss
Photo from the movie
“Miss Potter"
13 april 2012
12 april 2012
M D Spooner illustration
From Wynken , Blynken and Nod
by Eugene Field
~LINK~
11 april 2012
In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired.
They dance her out into the street,
they dance her over the mountains and valleys,
through fields and forests, through night and day.
Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by,
but the Red Shoes go on.
READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!
art unknown to me!
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Agatha Christie
(September 15, 1890 - January 12, 1976)
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“I myself was always recognized,
though quite kindly, as ‘the slow one’ of the family.
The reactions of my mother and my sister
were unusually quick- I could never keep up.
I was, too, very inarticulate.
It was always difficult for me to assemble
into words what I wanted to say….
It was not until I was over twenty that
I realised that my home standard had been
unusually high and that actually
I was quite as quick or quicker than the average.
Inarticulate I shall always be.
It is probably one of the causes that have
made me a writer.”
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by Agatha Christie, An Autobiography
10 april 2012
~Quote
9 april 2012
7 april 2012
“The Lady of the Lake” by Lancelot Speed,
from The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights
(Frederick Warne and Co., 1912)
The Lady of the Lake is the most mystical character
of any in the Arthurian tales.
Much has been written about her and the land
of Avalon, Ynes Affalon, which means the Land
of Apples. Morgan le Fay is one of these women,
and she herself is a half sister of King Arthur,
an enchantress, healer, queen, and goddess.
Morgana is sometimes regarded as one of
the aspects of the goddess Morrigan.
(via)
6 april 2012
Hansel and Gretel vintage illustration
Art unknown to me
~READ THE STORY HERE~
5 april 2012
Postcard advertising
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
at the Harris Theatre, Chicago, 1923
(via)
4 april 2012
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2 april 2012
~Book
The Next Full Moon by Carolyn Turgeon,
a retelling of “The Swan Maiden”
This thoroughly compelling, gorgeously told tale,
begins as the weather turns warm enough to
swim in the local lake, twelve-year-old Ava
is looking forward to a lazy summer, and her crush,
Jeff is most definitely taking notice of her.
Everything is going beautifully.
Until Ava starts to grow feathers—all over her
shoulders, arms, and back.
Horrified, mortified, and clad in a hoodie,
she hides out in her bedroom missing her dead
mother and worrying about the summer,
and the rest of her freakish life…
Carolyn Turgeon has a gift for imagining magical
worlds. In Ava’s case, this other-worldly place
belongs to the Swan Maidens, one of whom is Ava’s mother.
Ava goes back and forth between middle school
and this magical realm taking the reader
along for an exhilarating, extraordinary ride.
1 april 2012
~Sunday Poem
Heart of my heart, the world is young;
Love lies hidden in every rose!
Every song that the skylark sung
Once, we thought, must come to a close:
Now we know the spirit of song,
Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
Hand in hand as we wander along,
What should we doubt of the years that roll?
-from “Unity” by Alfred Noyes
Art (unknown to me)
found HERE!
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How Arthur drew his sword Excalibur for the first time.
Arthur Rackham, frontispiece from
The romance of King Arthur, abridged from
Mallory’s Morte d’Arthur by Alfred W. Pollard,
New York, 1920.
(Source: archive.org)
28 maart 2012
~Vintage Books
Cover illustration by Raymond de La Nézière
for Peau d’Âne [Donkeyskin],
by Charles Perrault, circa 1932
~READ THE STORY HERE~
27 maart 2012
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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
~Sunday Poem
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
~Vintage Book!
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
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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.”
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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
22 maart 2012
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20 maart 2012
Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out.
by Hugh Thomson
from The merry wives of Windsor,
by William Shakespeare, New York, 1910.
(Source: archive.org)
19 maart 2012
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~Gollum’s Song
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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.
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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
17 maart 2012
16 maart 2012
At the end of a busy day, isn't it great to be home?
I can't think of any place I'd rather be.
HAVE A VERY NICE WEEKEND!!!
14 maart 2012
by Mother Goose
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
That lives in our lane.
Source picture
13 maart 2012
12 maart 2012
The Spectacle Seller, Adrian van Ostade
(1610-1685)
More images of spectacle peddlers
at Antique Spectacles
11 maart 2012
~Sunday Poem
Love happened at last,
And we entered God’s paradise,
Sliding
Under the skin of the water
Like fish.
.
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
Update
Thanks Clarissa Rodriguez
for correcting me
the Poem is indeed by Nizar Qabbani
but
Pablo Neruda has wrote many poems as well
check it out here ;o)
www.poemhunter.com/
10 maart 2012
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8 maart 2012
The old woman went out to ask the moon
the way to Soria Maria’s castle.
Erik Werenskiold,
from Fairy tales from the far North,
by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen, London, 1897.
Via archive.org.






