Wild Nights

Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile—the Winds
To a Heart in port
Done with the Compass
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but more—Tonight
In Thee!

Emily Dickinson { 1861 }

The Strange Lovers of Adolf Hitler

Why do people have such a strange obsession with Hitler? It goes beyond love or hate into a kind of dark interest in the Nazi Phenomenon. I am not referring to the persons who have actually acquired authentic knowledge on the subject of Hitler and the SS, for we know much can be discovered and/or gained. I am referring to people who obsess over Nazism while knowing very little facts, or only one side of history. The fact remains that Nazism is a (so called) dark obsession in Society. The kind of popular culture exploitation that so many people, cultures and religions have come to love - you're either for or against (good or evil) . . . but in the meantime you can still indulge your Nazi fantasies with books, movies, and comics - but heaven forbid you ever become enlightened, or develop a real interest in Hitler's Germany . . . for then you'd actually be learning something!
Enjoy!:

Staglieno Cemetery

Cimitero Monumentale di Staglieno is one of the biggest, and certainly one of the most interesting and stunning cemeteries in all of Europe, located in Genoa, Italy. Despite the fact that many graves focus on christian religions, there are quite a number of graves which shift from a sense of divine light, to pure sadness and death, in other words, the real reality of dying. Depending on how the person being remembered viewed the world, their personal grave art piece or pieces might reflect just that. Perhaps if a person died in tragic circumstances, their grave would surly be laced with tragic, yet beautiful art. When viewing some of these statues, one must appreciate the fine classic art of carving with stone and marble, and the cryptogenic sense of mystery each emulates. After all, some of these representations of human emotion and the human flesh, are far more alluring then the rotting pile of a person which was once placed beneath.

Images found here.

Reflecting

The Mirror by Sir Frank Dicksee

It is not my fault if I am like a mushroom which seems edible but which poisons you if you pick it up and taste it, taking it to be something else.

-CHOPIN, in a letter, 1839