Eyes
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🪟🖐️👀🖐️ eYES... HA HA HA... eYES
He/him.
He/him.
These two letters were written on the 30th (left) and 31st (right) of December 1830 by a nine-year-old Flaubert.
The first one is for his grandmother: "I hasten to fulfil my duty by wishing you a happy New Year..."
The second one is for his friend: "You are right to say that New Year is dumb."
The first one is for his grandmother: "I hasten to fulfil my duty by wishing you a happy New Year..."
The second one is for his friend: "You are right to say that New Year is dumb."
December 31, 2025 at 9:06 AM
These two letters were written on the 30th (left) and 31st (right) of December 1830 by a nine-year-old Flaubert.
The first one is for his grandmother: "I hasten to fulfil my duty by wishing you a happy New Year..."
The second one is for his friend: "You are right to say that New Year is dumb."
The first one is for his grandmother: "I hasten to fulfil my duty by wishing you a happy New Year..."
The second one is for his friend: "You are right to say that New Year is dumb."
"The first was: "The Instruction of Children Through the Eyes". He wanted free theatres to be established in the poor parts of Paris for small children. Taken there by their parents at the earliest age, they would receive, by means of a magic lantern, all the elementary pieces of human knowledge."
December 30, 2025 at 10:26 PM
"The first was: "The Instruction of Children Through the Eyes". He wanted free theatres to be established in the poor parts of Paris for small children. Taken there by their parents at the earliest age, they would receive, by means of a magic lantern, all the elementary pieces of human knowledge."
A poem about snow (but really more about love) by Clément Marot (1496-1544), with an English translation by me.
It is known as "Le dizain de neige"
It is known as "Le dizain de neige"
December 28, 2025 at 12:43 PM
A poem about snow (but really more about love) by Clément Marot (1496-1544), with an English translation by me.
It is known as "Le dizain de neige"
It is known as "Le dizain de neige"
Ever heard of Watto in a Watteau ?
I thought not.
I thought not.
December 18, 2025 at 10:19 PM
Ever heard of Watto in a Watteau ?
I thought not.
I thought not.
Gaston depuys les troys iusques à cinq ans feut nourry et institué en toute discipline convenente par le commandement de son père, et celluy son temps passa comme les petitz enfans du pais, c’est assavoir à boyre, manger, & dormir, à manger, dormir, & boyre, & dormir, boyre, & manger.
December 16, 2025 at 11:46 AM
Gaston depuys les troys iusques à cinq ans feut nourry et institué en toute discipline convenente par le commandement de son père, et celluy son temps passa comme les petitz enfans du pais, c’est assavoir à boyre, manger, & dormir, à manger, dormir, & boyre, & dormir, boyre, & manger.
At last I come to you, expecting nothing but
To find inside your eyes a death that eludes me.
My despair wants only for their indifference,
They need only forbid a remainder of hope.
For my race towards death to end sooner they need
Only to tell me once what they've told me always.
Racine
🖼️Cocteau
To find inside your eyes a death that eludes me.
My despair wants only for their indifference,
They need only forbid a remainder of hope.
For my race towards death to end sooner they need
Only to tell me once what they've told me always.
Racine
🖼️Cocteau
December 14, 2025 at 12:41 PM
At last I come to you, expecting nothing but
To find inside your eyes a death that eludes me.
My despair wants only for their indifference,
They need only forbid a remainder of hope.
For my race towards death to end sooner they need
Only to tell me once what they've told me always.
Racine
🖼️Cocteau
To find inside your eyes a death that eludes me.
My despair wants only for their indifference,
They need only forbid a remainder of hope.
For my race towards death to end sooner they need
Only to tell me once what they've told me always.
Racine
🖼️Cocteau
"The horse was struggling; his pupils,
Like a sword or a yatagan,
Shone bright; he was flapping his wings,
Each of his breath a hurricane.
He wanted back in the abyss;
He pulled back, wondrous to look at,
Having sulfur in his nostrils,
The soul of the world in his eyes."
V. Hugo
🖼️ E. Delacroix
Like a sword or a yatagan,
Shone bright; he was flapping his wings,
Each of his breath a hurricane.
He wanted back in the abyss;
He pulled back, wondrous to look at,
Having sulfur in his nostrils,
The soul of the world in his eyes."
V. Hugo
🖼️ E. Delacroix
December 13, 2025 at 5:33 PM
"The horse was struggling; his pupils,
Like a sword or a yatagan,
Shone bright; he was flapping his wings,
Each of his breath a hurricane.
He wanted back in the abyss;
He pulled back, wondrous to look at,
Having sulfur in his nostrils,
The soul of the world in his eyes."
V. Hugo
🖼️ E. Delacroix
Like a sword or a yatagan,
Shone bright; he was flapping his wings,
Each of his breath a hurricane.
He wanted back in the abyss;
He pulled back, wondrous to look at,
Having sulfur in his nostrils,
The soul of the world in his eyes."
V. Hugo
🖼️ E. Delacroix
League of Animal Assassins character submission #455
Artist: Eugène Delacroix
Character description: cat with a jambiya for a leg.
Reasons for rejection: blade would impair stealth/agility; could easily get stuck in wooden floorboards, shelves, tables etc...
#caturday
Artist: Eugène Delacroix
Character description: cat with a jambiya for a leg.
Reasons for rejection: blade would impair stealth/agility; could easily get stuck in wooden floorboards, shelves, tables etc...
#caturday
December 13, 2025 at 1:49 PM
League of Animal Assassins character submission #455
Artist: Eugène Delacroix
Character description: cat with a jambiya for a leg.
Reasons for rejection: blade would impair stealth/agility; could easily get stuck in wooden floorboards, shelves, tables etc...
#caturday
Artist: Eugène Delacroix
Character description: cat with a jambiya for a leg.
Reasons for rejection: blade would impair stealth/agility; could easily get stuck in wooden floorboards, shelves, tables etc...
#caturday
For #Thingthursday, a 2000+ year old Parthian tetradrachm. The king on it is Phraates IV, who died in 2BC of natural causes (poisoned by his power-hungry Roman wife)
If the Magi stopped for wheat and snacks at a camel feed station outside Seleucia, they may have come into possession of this coin.
If the Magi stopped for wheat and snacks at a camel feed station outside Seleucia, they may have come into possession of this coin.
December 11, 2025 at 8:03 PM
For #Thingthursday, a 2000+ year old Parthian tetradrachm. The king on it is Phraates IV, who died in 2BC of natural causes (poisoned by his power-hungry Roman wife)
If the Magi stopped for wheat and snacks at a camel feed station outside Seleucia, they may have come into possession of this coin.
If the Magi stopped for wheat and snacks at a camel feed station outside Seleucia, they may have come into possession of this coin.
Many painters of this era tried to represent the sense of smell, but imo the only one who nailed it was Adriaen Brouwer, with "Smell", aka Unpleasant Fatherly Duties" (1631)
December 7, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Many painters of this era tried to represent the sense of smell, but imo the only one who nailed it was Adriaen Brouwer, with "Smell", aka Unpleasant Fatherly Duties" (1631)
"The eye to which all things are commensurable,
Unknowing of itself, knows the whole universe,
And envisions within the bounds of its roundness
The circle and the square, the straight and the crooked"
Pierre de Marbeuf, "L'Anathomie de l'œil" (published in 1628)
🖼️ Charles Le Brun
Unknowing of itself, knows the whole universe,
And envisions within the bounds of its roundness
The circle and the square, the straight and the crooked"
Pierre de Marbeuf, "L'Anathomie de l'œil" (published in 1628)
🖼️ Charles Le Brun
December 7, 2025 at 10:43 AM
"The eye to which all things are commensurable,
Unknowing of itself, knows the whole universe,
And envisions within the bounds of its roundness
The circle and the square, the straight and the crooked"
Pierre de Marbeuf, "L'Anathomie de l'œil" (published in 1628)
🖼️ Charles Le Brun
Unknowing of itself, knows the whole universe,
And envisions within the bounds of its roundness
The circle and the square, the straight and the crooked"
Pierre de Marbeuf, "L'Anathomie de l'œil" (published in 1628)
🖼️ Charles Le Brun
For #caturday, here's a page of sketches by Charles Le Brun, circa 1670.
It is believed (by me) that Le Brun was working on a series of children's books that he intended to get published under the title of "Les Animorphes"
It is believed (by me) that Le Brun was working on a series of children's books that he intended to get published under the title of "Les Animorphes"
December 6, 2025 at 6:47 PM
For #caturday, here's a page of sketches by Charles Le Brun, circa 1670.
It is believed (by me) that Le Brun was working on a series of children's books that he intended to get published under the title of "Les Animorphes"
It is believed (by me) that Le Brun was working on a series of children's books that he intended to get published under the title of "Les Animorphes"
"Beautiful eyes, sacred channels of a precious deluge,
Innocent tempters of your loving Judge,
Will you ever be without tears nor sting?
At least for a moment, rein in your charm:
The earth is still smouldering from your fiery looks:
And already you're burning the Heavens with your tears."
Innocent tempters of your loving Judge,
Will you ever be without tears nor sting?
At least for a moment, rein in your charm:
The earth is still smouldering from your fiery looks:
And already you're burning the Heavens with your tears."
December 5, 2025 at 8:52 PM
"Beautiful eyes, sacred channels of a precious deluge,
Innocent tempters of your loving Judge,
Will you ever be without tears nor sting?
At least for a moment, rein in your charm:
The earth is still smouldering from your fiery looks:
And already you're burning the Heavens with your tears."
Innocent tempters of your loving Judge,
Will you ever be without tears nor sting?
At least for a moment, rein in your charm:
The earth is still smouldering from your fiery looks:
And already you're burning the Heavens with your tears."
"Clara became ill. Arriving with the tea tray, the dinner tray, Pattie was silently reproached by eyes which became ever more large and luminously sad."
Iris Murdoch, "The Time of the Angels"
🖼️ Ferdinand Hodler, "La Malade" (1914)
Iris Murdoch, "The Time of the Angels"
🖼️ Ferdinand Hodler, "La Malade" (1914)
November 16, 2025 at 4:54 AM
"Clara became ill. Arriving with the tea tray, the dinner tray, Pattie was silently reproached by eyes which became ever more large and luminously sad."
Iris Murdoch, "The Time of the Angels"
🖼️ Ferdinand Hodler, "La Malade" (1914)
Iris Murdoch, "The Time of the Angels"
🖼️ Ferdinand Hodler, "La Malade" (1914)
"Every now and then the rats cleaned their paws in their whiskers. When they came to the eyes, they scratched them out slowly and licked the eyelids. They bit into the eye as though it was a little egg and chewed it gently, slanting their mouths to suck up the juice."
Jean Giono
🖼️ Otto Dix
Jean Giono
🖼️ Otto Dix
November 11, 2025 at 9:58 AM
"Every now and then the rats cleaned their paws in their whiskers. When they came to the eyes, they scratched them out slowly and licked the eyelids. They bit into the eye as though it was a little egg and chewed it gently, slanting their mouths to suck up the juice."
Jean Giono
🖼️ Otto Dix
Jean Giono
🖼️ Otto Dix
"J’ai des yeux, de vrais yeux,
des yeux vivants, des yeux de flamme,
des yeux merveilleux
qui vont jusques au fond de l’âme
et qui même en bien des cas
en peuvent prêter une à ceux qui n’en ont pas"
Jules Barbier, after Hoffmann, for Offenbach
⬇️ Robert Wilson's "The Sandman"
des yeux vivants, des yeux de flamme,
des yeux merveilleux
qui vont jusques au fond de l’âme
et qui même en bien des cas
en peuvent prêter une à ceux qui n’en ont pas"
Jules Barbier, after Hoffmann, for Offenbach
⬇️ Robert Wilson's "The Sandman"
October 31, 2025 at 11:13 AM
"J’ai des yeux, de vrais yeux,
des yeux vivants, des yeux de flamme,
des yeux merveilleux
qui vont jusques au fond de l’âme
et qui même en bien des cas
en peuvent prêter une à ceux qui n’en ont pas"
Jules Barbier, after Hoffmann, for Offenbach
⬇️ Robert Wilson's "The Sandman"
des yeux vivants, des yeux de flamme,
des yeux merveilleux
qui vont jusques au fond de l’âme
et qui même en bien des cas
en peuvent prêter une à ceux qui n’en ont pas"
Jules Barbier, after Hoffmann, for Offenbach
⬇️ Robert Wilson's "The Sandman"
Reposted by Eyes
Nothing to see here? Well, this is a slow moving 🧵 for #skystorians and others about #eyeglasses of the past, about how to read in the past, where to buy eyeglasses, and how to do with them in general. The hashtag is #HowToDoWithGlassesInThePast
Let's roll.
Let's roll.
October 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM
Nothing to see here? Well, this is a slow moving 🧵 for #skystorians and others about #eyeglasses of the past, about how to read in the past, where to buy eyeglasses, and how to do with them in general. The hashtag is #HowToDoWithGlassesInThePast
Let's roll.
Let's roll.
"In vain are our graces,
In vain are your eyes.
In vain are our graces
If love you despise."
John Dryden, King Arthur
Botticelli, Portrait of a Young Woman
In vain are your eyes.
In vain are our graces
If love you despise."
John Dryden, King Arthur
Botticelli, Portrait of a Young Woman
October 27, 2025 at 11:20 AM
"In vain are our graces,
In vain are your eyes.
In vain are our graces
If love you despise."
John Dryden, King Arthur
Botticelli, Portrait of a Young Woman
In vain are your eyes.
In vain are our graces
If love you despise."
John Dryden, King Arthur
Botticelli, Portrait of a Young Woman
Reposted by Eyes
and they are all screaming, and not only are there cataracts in their bulging eyes, but they are all blind, they stand leaning to one side in pieces and corroded from the acids around the collapsed graves, and blindly they scream in the darkness,they scream that this was awaiting them
Krasznahorkai
Krasznahorkai
February 4, 2024 at 8:27 AM
and they are all screaming, and not only are there cataracts in their bulging eyes, but they are all blind, they stand leaning to one side in pieces and corroded from the acids around the collapsed graves, and blindly they scream in the darkness,they scream that this was awaiting them
Krasznahorkai
Krasznahorkai
I tried to translate Yourcenar's "Cantilène pour un Flûtiste Aveugle", with no success, except maybe (???) with the last stanza:
"And, since your steady cadences
Guide the heartbeat of summer nights,
Make us believe the sky dances
Because a blind man sang just right"
🖼️ Titian? (disputed)
"And, since your steady cadences
Guide the heartbeat of summer nights,
Make us believe the sky dances
Because a blind man sang just right"
🖼️ Titian? (disputed)
October 3, 2025 at 1:40 PM
I tried to translate Yourcenar's "Cantilène pour un Flûtiste Aveugle", with no success, except maybe (???) with the last stanza:
"And, since your steady cadences
Guide the heartbeat of summer nights,
Make us believe the sky dances
Because a blind man sang just right"
🖼️ Titian? (disputed)
"And, since your steady cadences
Guide the heartbeat of summer nights,
Make us believe the sky dances
Because a blind man sang just right"
🖼️ Titian? (disputed)
"My eyes are like telescopes
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist"
Tom Verlaine, "Friction"
🖼️ Paul Klee, "Ventriloquist and Crier in the Moor"
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist"
Tom Verlaine, "Friction"
🖼️ Paul Klee, "Ventriloquist and Crier in the Moor"
September 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
"My eyes are like telescopes
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist"
Tom Verlaine, "Friction"
🖼️ Paul Klee, "Ventriloquist and Crier in the Moor"
I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
If I ever catch that ventriloquist
I'll squeeze his head right into my fist"
Tom Verlaine, "Friction"
🖼️ Paul Klee, "Ventriloquist and Crier in the Moor"
I'm in the town where the author of Das Passagen-Werk, fearing the Spanish authorities would not grant him passage into Spain, requested passage from Charon instead.
The Walter Benjamin memorial monument, aptly titled "Passages" is an underground stairway leading to the sea.
The Walter Benjamin memorial monument, aptly titled "Passages" is an underground stairway leading to the sea.
September 19, 2025 at 3:27 PM
I'm in the town where the author of Das Passagen-Werk, fearing the Spanish authorities would not grant him passage into Spain, requested passage from Charon instead.
The Walter Benjamin memorial monument, aptly titled "Passages" is an underground stairway leading to the sea.
The Walter Benjamin memorial monument, aptly titled "Passages" is an underground stairway leading to the sea.
Every transmission tower along the road I'm driving on has a stork nest on top of it. Every single one.
September 19, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Every transmission tower along the road I'm driving on has a stork nest on top of it. Every single one.
Good morning!
Upper-left pic is the view I had for breakfast. The others were taken yesterday in the same place (Albarracín, Spain)
Upper-left pic is the view I had for breakfast. The others were taken yesterday in the same place (Albarracín, Spain)
September 19, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Good morning!
Upper-left pic is the view I had for breakfast. The others were taken yesterday in the same place (Albarracín, Spain)
Upper-left pic is the view I had for breakfast. The others were taken yesterday in the same place (Albarracín, Spain)
"you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye"
Margaret Atwood (from "Power Politics")
📷 Arthur Hertz, "untitled photo that became the cover art for Mr Bungle's second album Disco Volante
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye"
Margaret Atwood (from "Power Politics")
📷 Arthur Hertz, "untitled photo that became the cover art for Mr Bungle's second album Disco Volante
September 18, 2025 at 7:29 PM
"you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye"
Margaret Atwood (from "Power Politics")
📷 Arthur Hertz, "untitled photo that became the cover art for Mr Bungle's second album Disco Volante
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye"
Margaret Atwood (from "Power Politics")
📷 Arthur Hertz, "untitled photo that became the cover art for Mr Bungle's second album Disco Volante