A fractal dodecahedron by Jos Leys, a Belgian mathemartist (source here)
M.C. Escher, Another World / Andere Wereld (1947)
This is almost my favorite image by Escher. But I’d like a frEscher perspective in it: I think the bird should be looking in the other direction, out into the impossibly overlapping universes, not into the cupola and at the viewer.
Feathers by Ben Rothery (click for larger)
Post-Performative Post-Scriptum
“Bennae Bellae” is a play on Pennae Bellae, which is Latin for “Beautiful Feathers” (Pennae Pulchrae would be better, but not as assonant).
“Descending Toward the Moon” (1951) by Chesley Bonestell (1888–1986)
Christ Carrying the Cross by Hieronymus Bosch or follower, Ghent (1510-35)
• Et que signifie donc d’être chair ?
• Und was heißt es, Fleisch zu sein?
• E che vuol dire essere carne?
• ¿Y qué quiere decir ser carne?
• और देह होना आखिर क्या है?
• და რას ნიშნავს ხორცად ყოფნა?
• 而为肉身，究竟意味着什么？
• अथ मांसत्वं किमर्थम्?
• ⲁⲩⲱ ⲧⲓ ⲟⲩⲛ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲓⲥⲁⲣⲝ ⲉⲧⲙⲉ?
• 𒅇 𒍑𒆪 𒅆𒂟 𒅗?
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat, — Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère! — Baudelaire
• The Slaughter King — Incunabula’s new edition
• Kore. King. Kompetition. — win a signed edition of this core counter-cultural classic…
Y Rhosyn a’r Wylan
There’s a rose at Number Seven,
Tho’ the air is wintered now,
And it glows at Number Seven,
In the brain behind thy brow.
There’s a gull that turns the stillness
Of the air above thy head:
’Tis the gull that spurns the illness
Of the creed where color’s dead.
There’s a rose at Number Seven;
There’s a gull that turns the air:
And what glows at Number Seven
Is the spurner turning there.
