"Little scorpion"

I don't have much to say as of late, because I don't have much to love. The drive of my inspiration, the force that moved my fingers has all but died out.
The moonlight that once showered me in glittering light has faded into darkness and my blood has ran cold with hate.
I have no purpose left to fulfill. My long time muse has become a ghost of a person, a face I barely recognize anymore.
My aching spirit remains. It's the only thing that does in the end.
All the love I feel boils and rots into hate by triple the amount.

Anna Akhmatova, You will hear thunder
Selected poems (1961-1963)

Life is starting to sound like this song again

می‌دونید، وقتی اطلاع دارم هنرمندی به دور از اخلاقیات هست بیشتر از آثارش لذت میبرم. انگار که هنر در دستان شر بهتر میرقصه. بهتر میدرخشه و نوای زیباتری داره.

By Emil Melmoth

Filipino artist, Gregory Halili, carves intricate skulls into mother of pearl shells

It is the saddening truth that most men must just keep their mouths closed like porcelain dolls