Black Cat before the attack, c.1930.
Gelatin silver print
“A product of the early modernist intellectual currents of early 1900s Hungary, Martin Munkácsi worked in a bold, spontaneous manner. He achieved international renown for his photojournalism and fashion work of the 1920s and 1930s, when he was living in Berlin. Munkácsi had a major impact in both these fields. In fashion, for example, his lively images, often made outdoors, stood in marked contrast to the more typical work of the period, made in the controlled space of the commercial studio.”
“The owl,” he was saying, “is one of the most curious creatures. A bird that stays awake when the rest of the world sleeps. They can see in the dark. I find that so interesting, to be mired in reality when the rest of the world is dreaming. What does he see and what does he know that the rest of the world is missing?” ― M.J. Rose, Seduction
Friday the 13th – Seek an owl if you want a baby girl
Thou fair hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and when thou drawest the
Blue curtains, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep.
Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
And wash the dusk with silver.
Soon, full, soon,
Dost thou withdraw; Then, the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro’ the dun forest.
The fleece of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; Protect them with thine influence.
Music when Soft Voices Die (To –)
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
“Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings…
Amble out for love”
― Kobayashi Issa
He was crippled,
But only his body was cracked.
It’s not simple,
Nor is an easy matter to explain.
Lets just leave it at that she says,
And closes the holy book of lies.
She covers her eyes, denying to herself
What she thought happened.
The Book of Lies
Friday the 13th
“The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.” – Jean Ingelow
Friday the 13th
Sometimes life hands us a mirror and dares us to take a look. – L. M. Fields
Friday 13th: breaking a mirror leads top 10 superstitions.