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I Love this capture so much. Jean-Pierre Talbot looks so dashing and Hergé looks so Hergé.
Tintin et le mystère de la Toison d’or
Tintin et les oranges bleues
The term “blue orange” is a moderately popular image among the French, and was originally inspired by Paul Éluard’s strange quote “Earth is blue like an orange” as a reference to the colour of the fruit when it rots. wikipedia
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News is what somebody somewhere wants to suppress; all the rest is advertising.
Lord Northcliffe, British publisher 1865-1922
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According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was springa farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantryof the year was
awake tingling
nearthe edge of the sea
concerned
with itselfsweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ waxunsignificantly
off the coast
there wasa splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
William Carlos Williams
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Bruegel,_Pieter_de_Oude_-_De_val_van_icarus_-_hi_res.jpg
Ref. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mus%C3%A9e_des_Beaux_Arts_(poem)
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Lo temps s’es perdut
Dins los camins de l’èr
Ont, ausèl sens còs,
Una cara de dròlla
Pren sa volada.
Una perla negra dins sos uèlhs
S’escapa cap al cèl d’Icara.
Es filha del neient
Que li daissèt en eritatge
Un tròç de nuèch sens luna
Sus las labras.
Jamai tocarà tèrra
Jamai tutejarà la pèira
Nimai los arbres
E l’aiga que los enjaura.
Qu’a esposada una quimèra
Que se perdèt dins lo vent.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2013/feb/11/poem-of-the-week-aurelia-lassaque
Time has disappeared
Into the air-tracks
Where a young girl’s face,
Bird without body,
Takes flight.
From her eyes a black pearl
Escapes to Icaria sky.
She’s daughter to oblivion
That bequeathed her
A morsel of moonless night,
Left on her lips.
She’ll never touch earth
She’ll never tease the stone
Nor the trees
Nor the waters that confound them.
She married an illusion
That vanished in the wind.
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You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
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16th Flemish portrait painting revisited (Tribute to unknown artist)
Nikola Eftimov
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikolaeftimov/page4/
http://orphee33.canalblog.com/archives/2012/11/17/25604910.html
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Shakespeare
Sonnet XII ‘When I do count the clock that tells the time’
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