i used to think that icarus’ death was just a tragic accident—the kind so prevalent in greek mythology, where the hero survives the most dangerous part but tragedy befalls in the most unexpected/preventable way as a result of hubris/arrogance/carelessness. but icarus’ fate was no accident. tragic, yes, but also beautiful in its inevitability: a tribute to the inexorable entanglement between love and death, desire and destruction, intimacy and decay — all of which are ultimately just forms of want and loss. after all, everything has a price, an equal and opposite reaction.
desire is synonymous with fire. it’s something i think mortals are only capable of experiencing in tiny doses: little fires in our guts, live wires down our spine, warm flushes across our cheeks. like taking very small sips of too-hot tea, desire must be drawn out over a lifetime of intimacy—lest it burn us up completely. but apollo feels things with all his immortal intensity: he is pure fire and light and heat. i am not sure there exists a purer form of love than that of the sun.
this is why icarus’ fate is no accident, nor another allegory on the dangers of hubris. it was inevitable from the start. the same way achilles’ virility and vitality was paid for with his death at such a young age, the heat from apollo’s fleeting, fatal moment of desire for icarus is the same as a lifetime’s worth of slow-burning love between two mortals.
i like to believe that icarus didn’t lose his life—not exactly. he just lived it all at once in a single, blazing moment of intimacy with the sun.
I have a deep love of Charlie Dalton
dead poets society but it’s every time someone says charlie’s name
some interesting facts about my great uncle who is a mysterious academic icon to me
- he went to Oxford AND Cambridge i don’t know why or how but he did he did history (1500-now) at oxford and social and economic history at cambridge. - he went to oxford when J.R.R Tolkien was a fellow of the school (after teaching) and told me Tolkien would eat lunch then stand on the table and recite Nordic/Viking poetry and it always confused the new students. - he knows at least 3 language i think. - he worked for the British government but we don’t know what he did and he won’t tell us. - is banned from Russia, China and USA for unknown reasons - lost all of his luggage on a conference/diplomatic(?) trip to Malaysia and had to order a custom suit and shoes because he was 6′4 and he has size 12 shoes. it was for the next day - the Bolivian (armed) police were sent to find him when he forgot to tell someone where he was going so they thought he had been kidnapped but instead he went to a museum that was put on lock down while people searched for him. he had no idea what was going on and when he got back to his hotel found dozens of notes under the door telling him to contact them when he got back and where he was. - lives most of the year opposite a castle then come up to visit my grand-dad and stays in his other house in a tiny *tiny* village which is not much more then a few houses on boggy marsh land/moors on the coast. - both of his houses are cozy and old and filled to the brim with books. Literally. i think the second house was actually just so he had another place for his books. - has met Prince Charles on multiple occasions and they always talk for hours and is on less formal (but still formal) terms with him. -met an MI6 spy at a garden party and didn’t know till his boss told him a few weeks later and only then he realised that the mans face was in no pictures. - is in his 60′s and only ever owned about 3-4 cars because he drives them till they fall apart. literally, only when the wheels and a door fell off did he get a new one. - is friends with a Lord who has a steam train on his estate that works, he goes around every now and then and goes on the train. - the name he goes by is actually his middle name because he doesn’t like his first name. -was a french teacher apparently
i’ll add more if i’m told more or remember more
(this was originally all nice and lined up but i used my phone so if it looks weird that’s why)
HAMLET????
The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
I would give anything to read about the winter Bunny and Henry spend together in Rome. Please. Just two hundred pages of Bunny eating gelato and annoying the ever living shit out of Henry. Please. That’s all I want.
Going through the pile of books to go to charity shops and there’s this amazing kids history one that’s literally like
Give your friend a neolithic burial
nvm he left me on read :’(
i hate time
it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen
its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf
If you feel like you’ve seen this alread, that’s normal. This list of recommendation has been previously posted on my first account @praestantias which has been deleted for some reasons. So here I am, reposting it.
Hating how elitist and eurocentric the dark academia community became, I would truly appreciate that you leave some recommendation of book written by people of color, for I noticed that I am guilty of the eurocentric part, but I am really want to educate myself and read more non-white books.
Thank you for your suggestions!
- write poetry in the dark and play soft, melancholic songs
- recite poetry to yourself
- drink tea and warm your cold hands with the cup
- leave little notes to people you love
- smile at strangers on the street and at kids
- give genuine compliments
- live to create beauty that will live on forever
- wear comfortable clothes
- give hugs
- wear jewellery that means a lot to you
- memorise the lyrics you love most and write them everywhere
- keep your intentions pure and honest
- read.a lot
- find beauty in everything
- be genuine
- love madly,deeply and passionately
- be kind to yourself
- put aside time to do your hair and skin care
- keep your eyes bright and curious
- speak softly and clearly
- write letters
- nurture yourself
- use blush :*