Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.
We’ll be in London in May. We’re planning to shoot the last scenes for “BLACK LAB” on May 11th. We’re looking for an androgynous girl who would like to take part in it. If you’re interested, email us (firstname.lastname@example.org).
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
Làszló Hunyadi on the Bier, 1859, oil on canvas, by Victor Madarász, Hungarian, 1830-1917. Hungarian National Gallery, Nemzeti Galéria, Budapest, Hungary.
Defeated in its fight for independence, Hungary escaped into its history, looking for ideals of patriotism and heroism not crushed by despotism.
King László V feared a threat to his throne and lured the increasingly popular statesman, Hunyadi, with a promise of safe passage. The king then had him seized and beheaded in 1457. Kneeling in grief at the foot of the bier are his mother, Erzsébet Szilágyi, and his bride, Mária Gara.
He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.
I don’t believe in failure, because simply by saying you’ve failed, you’ve admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.
Morrissey and his gladioli, 2th February 1983,
The Smith’s live at The Hacienda, Manchester
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