tidings
NOVEMBER 21 is birthday of Nickolas Grace , British actor, best known for his roles on television--including Anthony Blanche in Brideshead Revisited and the Sheriff of Nottingham in Robin of Sherwood.
Flattering myself with hope that I am the first to congratulate him:
Many happy returns of the day, dear Nickolas! Sending you a basket of warm wishes for a bright and happy birthday! May you have the happiest birthday it's possible to have. Charm, dazzle and inspire your adorers for the next wonderful __ years, by simply being yourself. Love from Lara.
NOVEMBER 27 is the birth of Antinous . “Antinous was born on this day in the year 111 CE in the Bithynian town of Claudiopolis, also known as Bithynion in Asia Minor during the reign of Trajan. This date is given by the Lanuvium tablet, an inscription made by a funerary society devoted to Antinous and Diana. The human birth of Antinous marks the beginning of the religion of Antinous the God, and is the joyous celebration of immortal beauty descending from heaven to dwell on Earth”.
“When Hadrian fell in love with our god, he brought Antinous to Rome and cultivated the beautiful child into the flower of perfect manhood. It was during this time that the greatest building of Hadrian's reign was completed, the Pantheon, the magnificent domed Temple of All Gods. It was completed and consecrated in 126 AD, and Antinous was certainly present for the ceremony, he was the chosen favorite of Hadrian and attended Our Pontifex Maximus at the high altar of the only Roman Temple that has remained intact”.
“We pray that Antinous shall live again in our hearts, and that he will make his face known to us, spread out across the face of the world, and that we too shall known the mystery and sublime splendor of sharing the earth with a living god. We celebrate the Birth of Antinous the Bithynian in faith and expectation that he lives even now and that he will come before us as the New Antinous Rejuvinated, within us and all around us”.
NOVEMBER 30 is a Death day of Oscar Wilde . He died in 1900. In the minds of many people the name of Oscar Wilde associates with some great scandal. Nothing of the kind is in my mind. In my mind the name of Oscar Wilde is synonym of great professionalism; he spoke and wrote doing it all first class. My reader knows when and where he wrote his work De Profundis; that was the difficult period of his life when he was robbed of all, including his splendid library that used to help him to work, and yet the book De Profundis is brilliant, it is one of the brilliants of his imperishable crown. There are some my favourite passage from this book:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/06/19/your_favourite_o_w_quotations~2478737
and there is not a contradiction in his words, for his big heart could hold much. He is handsome, 6 foot, 2 inches tall; in my view he looks like a demigod. His big face attracts with its beautiful, forgiving eyes as well as his beautiful mouth, and personally I like his nose especially. He had most beautiful nose I’ve seen in my life. And more, I think that the religion of Antinous was in Oscar Wilde’s mind, though he perhaps did not realize it. He thought of religion much ("Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity."); he hesitated choosing the Church of England or Catholicism, and some of his poetic works, such poems as Charmides and The Burden of Itys were dedicated to paganism. The Catholic Church rejected him when he applied to it in his letter--my reader knows when this event took place--and in my opinion, at the end of his life he was a pagan, and he realized it. He was a great professional, a priest of beauty, and perhaps he was one of priests of the religion of Antinous at heart, one of predecessors of the priests of the modern day religion of Antinous.
“...For well I know they are not dead at all,
the ancient Gods of Grecian poesy,
the are asleep, and when they hear thee call
will wake…”
(The Burden of Itys by Oscar Wilde)
blasted writers
*Preface*
The story Remake is a remake of a famous detective novel. Which novel? Guess right by yourself. If by chance a crafty American collegian wanted to steal the essay, then it would be stolen from other, much more talented American-born writer and not from me. Now picture to yourself a man lying abed and reading before sleep. Shortly soon he drowses, the book falls down on his chest, and he has a dream. The story is not one of Mr Anthony Blanche’s writings, yet as his dream it is a subliminal procreation of his imagination as well.
*Remake*
http://www.geocities.com/larisabee/remake.doc
As for Mr Blanche’s writings, I can bring one of his stories to your attention here and now. Usually he writes on male love, on sex and violence--unlike me he has nothing against sex violence--and this story is not erotic; it is somewhat romantic, about a certain fiendish person and his love for a beautiful boy. It was published on the Net in 2006; the translation is mine:
http://www.geocities.com/larisabee/his_trick.doc
One more story from Mr Blanche’s writings is in process of being translated. It is a historical whodunit, set in ancient Rome. As my reader knows, it is hardly possible to write a detective story of the life in ancient Rome, because the ancient Romans had no the clocks or chronometers like those we have, but the chronology of events of a day is most important in a detective story to do the story a good charade. So the chronology in our sense of the word is impossible in a historical whodunit--what remains then? Mr Blanche uses Roman law, poetry and sex--as well as suspense, the core tenet of detective fiction.
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*delineation*
The gloomy sky. The defoliate trees. Transylvania. Castle Dracula in autumn.
*caught in the toils of autumn*
Hours, days, weeks rustle after;
the amber blizzard rushes after
throwing dead leaves onto face.
Taste the cognac wind--
a whiff of cedar scent,
a lump in the throat--
it tastes like heady salt of your skin.
Elixirless again. Why?
It smells like myrrh of your skin.
new adult fiction:
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ohlala007
suppl.
Wilde was buried in the Cimetiere de Bagneux outside Paris but was later moved to Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. His tomb in Pere Lachaise was designed by sculptor Sir Jacob Epstein, at the request of Robert Ross, who also asked for a small compartment to be made for his own ashes. Ross's ashes were transferred to the tomb in 1950. The numerous spots on it are lipstick traces from admirers. The modernist angel depicted as a relief on the tomb was originally complete with male genitals. They were broken off as obscene and kept as a paperweight by a succession of Pere Lachaise Cemetery keepers. Their current whereabouts are unknown. In the summer of 2000, intermedia artist Leon Johnson performed a 40-minute ceremony entitled Re-membering Wilde in which a commissioned silver prosthesis was installed to replace the vandalised genitals.