Saturday, January 30, 2016

Tauromachia

Tauromaquia  
Nefertiti
Mérida
Needlefish

Prov.29:1  
"He, that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy." 

Prov.29:2   
"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn" 
 

"The necromancy of female gracefulness"~~~Poe



"There could be no negation if there were no preceding affirmation to be negated"~~~Paul Tillich




Taurus








Torero





Nefertiti






Catedral de Mérida






Hawk with needlefish






Needlefish: Strongylurus marina



Chess: "Tauromaquia" "Nefertiti" "Merida""Needlefish"

Friday, January 29, 2016

Frieze

Frieze
Firenze 
Florence
David

Prov.29:20
"Seest thou a man that is hasty in his words? there is more hope of a fool than of him."


Frieze 
The Circus (Bath), UK. Architectural detail of the frieze showing the alternating triglyphs and metope. (John Wood, the Elder, architect)









 Firenze










Chess: "Frieze" "Florence" "Firenze" "David"

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Singer

Singer
Tailor
Elizabeth Taylor
Moses
Pierce Brosnan
The Tailor of Panama
Singapur
Exodus
Cross

Prov.29:19


"A servant will not be corrected by words: for though he understand he will not answer"


The Sewing Machine (Singer)

The Singer Sewing Machine Hand sewing had been around for years before the first mechanical sewing machine was invented At first, the hand sewing needles were made of animal bones and the string was made from animal sinew Soon, they invented the first iron needle in the 14th century The first open eyed needle was made in the 15th century Issac Singer made the first commercially successful sewing machine. The earlier sewing machines had needles that went left to right, while his went up and down. Singers' machine used the same lockstitch that Elias Howe had invented previously. This lead to Elias sueing Issac, and Elias had won. Invented by Issac Singer





Pierce Brosnan





Elizabeth Taylor: Cleopatra





Moses





Frank Sinatra





Remember singing, “At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, and the burden of my heart rolled away, it was there by faith I received my sight, and now I am happy all the day!” (Isaac Watts).

Chess: "Singer" "Tailor" "Elizabeth Taylor" "Moses" "Pierce Brosnan" "The Tailor of Panama" "Singapur" "Exodus" "Cross"

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Luz

Luz
Light

Prov.29:18
 "Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he."







Apollo and Daphne is a life-sized Baroque marble sculpture by Italian artist Gian Lorenzo Bernini, executed between 1622 and 1625. Housed in the Galleria Borghese in Rome, the work depicts the climax of the story of Daphne and Phoebus in Ovid's Metamorphoses.





Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini, Italian Baroque
Italian Baroque painter and sculptor Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini transformed poetry into art in his famous sculpture, Apollo and Daphne. Famous for its intricacy, Apollo and Daphne is just one amongst the notable works of Bernini. The sculpture is largely based on Ovid’s “Metamorphoses” that depicts the love story of Apollo, who was the God of healing and the sun, and Daphne, a river nymph.  Fate had reckoned a cupid’s desire to pitch two arrows, but only one was bound to love and the other would bear in apathy. Apollo eventually fell in love with Daphne, who was then entailed to resist anyone who attempts to go after her.  And so Apollo was in an endless chase of Daphne’s heart that favors only to break loose. He was eternally charmed. Longing for the beautiful maiden, he followed her everywhere;





"Prince Mark Spitz"






Inveraray Castle and Garden, Scotland.


Chess: "Luz" "Light"

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Wells Fargo

Wells Fargo
Wellington
Fifth Avenue
Zaragoza
Priority
Artist
Cava
Caveat 
Caviar

Prov.7:8
"Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,"



















 Well




Fifth Avenue







 Duke of Wellington




 Caviar




 Caveat Emptor


Chess:  "Wells Fargo" "Wellington" "Fifth Avenue" "Zaragoza" "Priority" "Artist" "Cava" "Caveat " "Caviar"

Friday, January 22, 2016

Death

Death
Calavera
Caravela
Golgotha
Morgan
Philippines 
Mayon

Psalm 19:13
"Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression."





Calavera






Carabela









And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha: Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst. John 19:17,18








Skull and Bones Cups





Cup of Gold: A Life of Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer, with Occasional Reference to History by John Steinbeck







Mayon Volcano, Philippines




Chess: "Death" "Calavera" "Caravela" "Golgotha" "Morgan" "Philippine" "Mayon"

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Michelangelo

Michael
Michelangelo
Miguel Angel
San Miguel

Psalm 19:4
"Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,"



"In regions mild of calm and serene air"~~~Milton





















Creación de Adán (Miguel Ángel)


Chess: "Michael" "Michelangelo" "Miguel Angel" "San Miguel"

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Los Angeles

Jeremiah
Machicolation
Mathilda
Sifting
Curfew 
Los Angeles

Psalm 19:2
"Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge."








Buen eco hace el Príncipe Saudí cuando dice "bienaventurados los pobres de espíritu..."
"Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor."
~~~ Thomas Gray
"Mathilda, took my money and ran Venezuela."



 Angélica Rivero






 Eiza González



Jeremiah













Bar Refaeli














The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.


~~~Gray: ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.

"He had memorized a dozen such songs, one for the mules when they were sick, one for dawn over the pyramids, one for a husband and wife tilling their fields of corn. Since he could not read and had no prospect of ever learning, for he was enslaved to his mules, he used his whispered songs as his bible and his dictionary:

‘Klip-klop! Klip-klop!
The smoke I see
Marks where the town hides in the vale.
Go, mules! Speed, mules!
Be kind to me,
And you shall find oats in your pail.’ "

 ~~~James A. Michener: TEXAS. Ch 1 Land of Many Lands.



Chess: "Jeremiah" "Los Angeles" "Machicolation" "Mathilda" "Sifting" "Curfew" 


"ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD"


1The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
2The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
3The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
4And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

5Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
6And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
7Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
8And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

9Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
10The moping owl does to the moon complain
11Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
12Molest her ancient solitary reign.

13Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
14Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
15Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
16The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

17The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
18The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
19The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
20No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

21For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
22Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
23No children run to lisp their sire's return,
24Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

25Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
26Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
27How jocund did they drive their team afield!
28How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

29Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
30Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
31Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
32The short and simple annals of the poor.

33The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
34And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
35Awaits alike the inevitable hour.
36The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

37Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault,
38If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
39Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
40The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

41Can storied urn or animated bust
42Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
43Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
44Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

45Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
46Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
47Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
48Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

49But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
50Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
51Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,
52And froze the genial current of the soul.

53Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
54The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
55Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
56And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

57Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
58The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
59Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
60Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

61The applause of listening senates to command,
62The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
63To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
64And read their history in a nation's eyes,

65Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone
66Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
67Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
68And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

69The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
70To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
71Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
72With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

73Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
74Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
75Along the cool sequestered vale of life
76They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

77Yet even these bones from insult to protect
78Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
79With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,
80Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

81Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse,
82The place of fame and elegy supply:
83And many a holy text around she strews,
84That teach the rustic moralist to die.

85For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
86This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,
87Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
88Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?

89On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
90Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
91Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
92Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.

93For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead
94Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
95If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
96Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

97Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
98'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
99'Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
100'To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

101'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
102'That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
103'His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
104'And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

105'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
106'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,
107'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
108'Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.

109'One morn I missed him on the customed hill,
110'Along the heath and near his favourite tree;
111'Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
112'Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

113'The next with dirges due in sad array
114'Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
115'Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,
116'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.'

The Epitaph

117Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
118A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
119Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
120And Melancholy marked him for her own.

121Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
122Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
123He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
124He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.

125No farther seek his merits to disclose,
126Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
127(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
128The bosom of his Father and his God.