A bit surprised no one put up a picture of Barb and Tree...
Tree
...I was getting there -Ulrika
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Death And The Maiden
- Thread starter Jollyrei
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Yep, Barb and Tree and the infamous Nailus Martyrs patented double cornu.....owwwwwwwwwwwww
Very nice. I like the first two very much. I had seen the "coin" or plate (#1) before. #3 is a great classic representation.
I like your picture of the female death. She seems quite nice.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Love the imagery here Jollyrei. Apart from finding her quite stunning the effect of the mirror is superb.Series 5:
It's one of those pictures I wish I had taken. I agree, the model is wonderful, but the composition is also superb. The lines of her body, her stance, the pose, the dress, exposing that tantalizing curve of the side of her breast (without actually exposing her) all contributes to the conveyance of the terrible eroticism of life meeting death. It's a poetic composition.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Wonderful images Jollyrei!
I could have used the first one as an illustration for my poem
Whispers of Immortality
(T. S. Eliot)
WEBSTER was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,
He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
. . . . . . . .
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;
The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.
(T. S. Eliot)
WEBSTER was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,
He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
. . . . . . . .
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;
The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.
Wonderful images Jollyrei!
I could have used the first one as an illustration for my poem
Cheers, man. I've read the poem again, and I would have thought #2 or #9 would work better, just sayin'. But then, I'm a bit of a romantic.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
I also like those, but I thought the first image was more sinister lookingCheers, man. I've read the poem again, and I would have thought #2 or #9 would work better, just sayin'. But then, I'm a bit of a romantic.
. They are all great images Jollyrei!
Zephyros
Magistrate
Scheletri e fanciulle
Avanti! Si legga il rito della sepoltura – si canti il funebre canto!
Un inno per la più regale tra quante così giovani morirono,
Un lamento per colei che doppiamente è morta, così giovane morendo.
Next! Please read the rite of burial - will sing the funeral song!
An ode to the most regal of how many died so young,
A lament for the one who is doubly dead, dying so young.
(EA Poe, Lenore, 1831)
Avanti! Si legga il rito della sepoltura – si canti il funebre canto!
Un inno per la più regale tra quante così giovani morirono,
Un lamento per colei che doppiamente è morta, così giovane morendo.
Next! Please read the rite of burial - will sing the funeral song!
An ode to the most regal of how many died so young,
A lament for the one who is doubly dead, dying so young.
(EA Poe, Lenore, 1831)
Lenore
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.
Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.
Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."
Very nice set... and no #6 is not Tree and Barb...
Tree
...assholes...
Tree
...assholes...
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Nice post Jollyrei!
From the looks of these, I think death wants to get laid
....and I think he will!
Of course not. Looks more like me, in fact.
(Although all skeletons tend to look quite similar).
I will not disclose the identity of the lady in question, even if it was me, and I'm not saying it was.
...Get the dental records!!! -UlrikaOf course not. Looks more like me, in fact.
(Although all skeletons tend to look quite similar).
I will not disclose the identity of the lady in question, even if it was me, and I'm not saying it was.
eeeuuuhh Barb abd Tree perhaps?