Lara Biyuts's Blog, page 9
February 10, 2011
life among things
Perhaps it sounds unexpected, but below these are photos of some old things which there are at my household and which I could see in some TV detective mini series that is those were similar things, copies.
The old German statuette of a dog I could see in one episode of CSI on a shelf as a part an interior in a victim's apartment--
The clock, the china vessel with wine-glasses, and the statuette of a writing boy I could see in 3 modern day Russian TV detective stories, rather good--
For me, a detective fiction big fan, these coincidences are so dear.
Life among things and humans and fine arts.
Just listen to the music. Maybe you know it, but it is my recent discovery--
Watch my kitty new video and listen to the nice instrumental music given to me as a present by the author--
The old German statuette of a dog I could see in one episode of CSI on a shelf as a part an interior in a victim's apartment--
The clock, the china vessel with wine-glasses, and the statuette of a writing boy I could see in 3 modern day Russian TV detective stories, rather good--
For me, a detective fiction big fan, these coincidences are so dear.
Life among things and humans and fine arts.
Just listen to the music. Maybe you know it, but it is my recent discovery--
Watch my kitty new video and listen to the nice instrumental music given to me as a present by the author--
February 2, 2011
La Lune Blanche. To be continued.
--You're too beautiful to be real.--I'm here,--he said.
I heard my parents coming home.
He quickly stepped back into the canvas.
to be continuedin the Year of the Rabbit.
http://www.smashwords.com/profile/vie...
December 31, 2010
December 11, 2010
the new pink bunny
My first pink bunny is from the UK, by a mere chance
and this pink bunny, a 4GB flash driver is from Hong-Kong
My no bra photos in pink
"More curious than enforced, I've got up, and my daily routine is about to begin. Reaching for the looking-glass, the old, tarnished, silver one that used to belong to my grandmother, I proceed to take a look filled with admiration that fades as quickly as the years. I still look great, only… not as great as I once looked when I wore my hair down in the long flowing style that set me apart from everyone else. I touch my hair--a part of the routine--it is much much shorter now yet still very rich and shining and still chestnut, and when my eyes grow cold, like they always do, and the look is coming, the look I never share with anyone but myself, I gaze a while longer before setting the looking-glass down. Walking away I know oh so well that I shall return to hold the looking-glass since the looking-glass always holds me."
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30030http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30041
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30042
Facebook. "JA is a mere felon. Is there anybody who likes the deeds of the hacker? As we can see, only few people have courage to declare against him even on this forum. Hacker. We are full of fear."-- Right after this my recent speaking out on the contra JA page, two copies of my two books were sold on Smashwords, and now I ask myself who is that purchaser, a friend or an enemy--any author is so attackable--on the other hand, the purchaser may be only my admirer, who wants to give me a chance to have some additional money. At any rate, I suspect, a new author should undertake the risky comments like mine oftener in order to be read.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30028
and this pink bunny, a 4GB flash driver is from Hong-Kong
My no bra photos in pink
"More curious than enforced, I've got up, and my daily routine is about to begin. Reaching for the looking-glass, the old, tarnished, silver one that used to belong to my grandmother, I proceed to take a look filled with admiration that fades as quickly as the years. I still look great, only… not as great as I once looked when I wore my hair down in the long flowing style that set me apart from everyone else. I touch my hair--a part of the routine--it is much much shorter now yet still very rich and shining and still chestnut, and when my eyes grow cold, like they always do, and the look is coming, the look I never share with anyone but myself, I gaze a while longer before setting the looking-glass down. Walking away I know oh so well that I shall return to hold the looking-glass since the looking-glass always holds me."
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30030http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30041
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30042
Facebook. "JA is a mere felon. Is there anybody who likes the deeds of the hacker? As we can see, only few people have courage to declare against him even on this forum. Hacker. We are full of fear."-- Right after this my recent speaking out on the contra JA page, two copies of my two books were sold on Smashwords, and now I ask myself who is that purchaser, a friend or an enemy--any author is so attackable--on the other hand, the purchaser may be only my admirer, who wants to give me a chance to have some additional money. At any rate, I suspect, a new author should undertake the risky comments like mine oftener in order to be read.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30028
November 26, 2010
November 8, 2010
October 21, 2010
more citation
For those who read the book A rebours (Against the Grain or Against Nature, 1884, the book, which Oscar Wilde loved) by Joris-Karl Huysmans (1848–1907). With the aid of some quotes from the book I try to prove that the main character of the novel is a vampire or something of the kind as a person or entity that definitely lives a nocturnal life.
He lives a life of a nocturnal thing, after "a deep silence wrapped the little house that lay asleep in the darkness." His first meal he has in the evening:
"At five o'clock in winter, after dusk had closed in, he ate an abstemious breakfast of two boiled eggs, toast and tea; then came dinner at eleven; he used to drink coffee, sometimes tea or wine, during the night, and finally played with a bit of supper about five in the morning, before turning in."
The windows are designed in some odd way in order that the daylight could not penetrate the rooms freely:
"The dining-room in question resembled a ship's cabin with its wooden ceiling of arched beams, its bulkheads and flooring of pitch-pine, its tiny window-opening cut through the woodwork as a porthole is in a vessel's side.
Like those Japanese boxes that fit one inside the other, this room was inserted within a larger one,--the real dining-room as designed by the architect.
This latter apartment was provided with two windows; one of these was now invisible, being hidden by the bulkhead or partition wall, which could however be dropped by touching a spring, so that fresh air might be admitted to circulate freely around and within the pitch-pine enclosure; the other was visible, being situated right opposite the porthole contrived in the woodwork, but was masked in a peculiar way, a large aquarium filling in the whole space intervening between the porthole and the real window in the real house-wall. Thus the daylight that penetrated into the cabin had first to pass through the outer window, the panes of which had been replaced by a single sheet of plain mirror glass, then through the water and last of all through the glazing of the porthole, which was permanently fixed in its place.
At the hour when the steaming samovar stood on the table, the moment when in Autumn the sun would be setting in the west, the water in the aquarium, dull and opaque by daylight, would redden and throw out fiery flashes as if from a glowing furnace over the light-coloured walls."
Even the moonlight cannot penetrate the rooms unless through the bottle-glass:
"Outside the snow was falling. In the lamplight, ice arabesques glittered on the dark windows and the hoar-frost sparkled like crystals of sugar on the bottle-glass panes speckled with gold."
He hates how nature looks by daylight:
"As he used to say, Nature has had her day; she has definitely and finally tired out by the sickening monotony of her landscapes and skyscapes the patience of refined temperaments. When all is said and done, what a narrow, vulgar affair it all is, like a petty shopkeeper selling one article of goods to the exclusion of all others; what a tiresome store of green fields and leafy trees, what a wearisome commonplace collection of mountains and seas!"
which is absolutely wrong, if you ask me.
Thus, we can see that the hero's habits, loathings and likings look much like a vampire's.
If a vampire, then a vampire-aesthete:
"…a single book, bound in sea-green morocco, the "Adventures of Arthur Gordon Pym," specially printed for his behoof on pure linen-laid paper, hand picked, bearing a sea-gull for water mark."
Vampires are different. Some of the known or renowned ones I like, some I dislike. To Vampire Des Esseintes, if he is such, I feel indifferent, for really, Author did not do much in his book to make us love his main character.
Any thoughts?
He lives a life of a nocturnal thing, after "a deep silence wrapped the little house that lay asleep in the darkness." His first meal he has in the evening:
"At five o'clock in winter, after dusk had closed in, he ate an abstemious breakfast of two boiled eggs, toast and tea; then came dinner at eleven; he used to drink coffee, sometimes tea or wine, during the night, and finally played with a bit of supper about five in the morning, before turning in."
The windows are designed in some odd way in order that the daylight could not penetrate the rooms freely:
"The dining-room in question resembled a ship's cabin with its wooden ceiling of arched beams, its bulkheads and flooring of pitch-pine, its tiny window-opening cut through the woodwork as a porthole is in a vessel's side.
Like those Japanese boxes that fit one inside the other, this room was inserted within a larger one,--the real dining-room as designed by the architect.
This latter apartment was provided with two windows; one of these was now invisible, being hidden by the bulkhead or partition wall, which could however be dropped by touching a spring, so that fresh air might be admitted to circulate freely around and within the pitch-pine enclosure; the other was visible, being situated right opposite the porthole contrived in the woodwork, but was masked in a peculiar way, a large aquarium filling in the whole space intervening between the porthole and the real window in the real house-wall. Thus the daylight that penetrated into the cabin had first to pass through the outer window, the panes of which had been replaced by a single sheet of plain mirror glass, then through the water and last of all through the glazing of the porthole, which was permanently fixed in its place.
At the hour when the steaming samovar stood on the table, the moment when in Autumn the sun would be setting in the west, the water in the aquarium, dull and opaque by daylight, would redden and throw out fiery flashes as if from a glowing furnace over the light-coloured walls."
Even the moonlight cannot penetrate the rooms unless through the bottle-glass:
"Outside the snow was falling. In the lamplight, ice arabesques glittered on the dark windows and the hoar-frost sparkled like crystals of sugar on the bottle-glass panes speckled with gold."
He hates how nature looks by daylight:
"As he used to say, Nature has had her day; she has definitely and finally tired out by the sickening monotony of her landscapes and skyscapes the patience of refined temperaments. When all is said and done, what a narrow, vulgar affair it all is, like a petty shopkeeper selling one article of goods to the exclusion of all others; what a tiresome store of green fields and leafy trees, what a wearisome commonplace collection of mountains and seas!"
which is absolutely wrong, if you ask me.
Thus, we can see that the hero's habits, loathings and likings look much like a vampire's.
If a vampire, then a vampire-aesthete:
"…a single book, bound in sea-green morocco, the "Adventures of Arthur Gordon Pym," specially printed for his behoof on pure linen-laid paper, hand picked, bearing a sea-gull for water mark."
Vampires are different. Some of the known or renowned ones I like, some I dislike. To Vampire Des Esseintes, if he is such, I feel indifferent, for really, Author did not do much in his book to make us love his main character.
Any thoughts?
September 21, 2010
writers
3 excerpts from my favorite novel Pale Fire (1962) by Vladimir Nabokov. One cannot find a text of this novel on the Net, which is a pity, and I have got my copy of the book in English recently:
http://www.amazon.com/Pale-Fire-Vladimir-Nabokov/dp/0679723420/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2CC3YCUS0Q7XB&colid=1D7Z3Y8M9X2VG
Excerpt 1 shows the scene of the murder, which was to be an assassination, with Author touching the theme of terrorism in 1962. Excerpt 3 is the last paragraph in the novel.
And...
http://www.amazon.com/Pale-Fire-Vladimir-Nabokov/dp/0679723420/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2CC3YCUS0Q7XB&colid=1D7Z3Y8M9X2VG
Excerpt 1 shows the scene of the murder, which was to be an assassination, with Author touching the theme of terrorism in 1962. Excerpt 3 is the last paragraph in the novel.
And...
September 14, 2010
beauty
thrilled to share my joy with all aesthetes. On the pages of the book--
http://loveunleashed.shutterfly.com/
and in the video The Love Unleashed Birthday Book--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO3QWCsEUXc
you can find all three photos of my kitty (orange and white, very beautiful and fluffy), which I sent to the Event on Facebook--
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=403070&fbid=149132888447198&id=126052970755190
http...
http://loveunleashed.shutterfly.com/
and in the video The Love Unleashed Birthday Book--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jO3QWCsEUXc
you can find all three photos of my kitty (orange and white, very beautiful and fluffy), which I sent to the Event on Facebook--
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=403070&fbid=149132888447198&id=126052970755190
http...
August 30, 2010
cupids
"...like a Hogarthian page-boy..." (Brideshead Revisited). Like a boy of Francois Boucher (1703-1770), I would say.
--Venus by Francois Boucher. As you can see, the goddess is not in need of your service, since she always has several pageboys on duty at her disposal. Don't forget of visiting my forsaken blog, which has stopped existing online only for me but not for you (a reason I explained in the intro post on this blog)--http://www.ohlala007.blog.co.uk/
