July 2012
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This rare historical footage, captured during the last year of Lev Tolstoy’s life, is from the Russian State Archives. It includes his deathbed scene (at the Astapovo station master’s home), the return of his body to his estate (at Yasnaya Polyana) and his burial.
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After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that had been hidden from one’s tears. I can fancy a man who had led a perfectly commonplace life, hearing...
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“Besides women’s talk, dreams are what hold the world in its orbit. But it is also dreams that crown it with moons, that’s why the sky is the splendour in men’s heads, unless men’s heads are the one and only sky.” So be it.
- José Saramago
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Self Portrait
It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
abandoned.
If you know despair or can see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living
falling...
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