Guinevere the queen of Arthur: People

They saw the EIfel Tower, the
Conciergerie- he stood by the door as a doorman, the square mass of the Loure
in the distance crouching like a brooding griffin an ancient eagle over its
treasures; the shiplike silhourette of Notre Dame anchored in the heart of
Paris.. Then they crossed the Seine and
meandered through the left bank., their faces jostling and squeaking over the
cobbles of dark., narrow street. They passed by drowsy little shops, peaceful
bristos, ancient churches wedged between grimy houses. They came across
unexpected little squares,  each with it
bubbling fountain, a bronze gesture of some general, a wooden bench on which
sat like a goat to whom also rentier- meaning an aged retiree in a derby hat
and overcoat reading the newspaper. Sometimes a small merry-go round chanked
for a cluster of wide eyed small boys as those urchins.

            “Would
you like to go in?” Henri suggested as their fiacre was crossing the parvis of
Notre Dame.

            They
entered  the immense shadowy nave
redolent with incence and the mustiness of very old structures. Here and there
cowled figures of women knelt, their hands clapped before their mouths. Behold
a pillar a young woman sobbed noiselessly.

            Henri
glanced at Vincent, who was starting at the tiny flame burning in front of the
tabernacle, moving his lips imperceptibly as if conversing with the God behind
the golden door.. Poor Vincent, he had won, but he was tired…..The furious
torrent of vitality was ebbing , ebbing fast….

            “I
was supposed to have dinner with the “Tanguys,” Henri said, as they were coming
out of the church.

            “Won’t
you come? They would be delightd to see you,”

Rue CorZel Avenon…..was already
filled with evening mist when the fiacre- carriage

pulled up in front of the door
bell brought the old color grinder to the door. At the sight of Vincent he
flung up his short arms.

            ‘Monsieur
Van Gogh! What a pleasure, what a surprise.”

            Still
talking he led them to the kitchen, where his wife, bare armed and perspiring,
hovered over a simmering marmite like a solicious witch. After renew
acclaimations of delight at Vincent’s unexpected appearance, the three men
filled into the courtyard at the back of the shop. There the table was already
set for the dinner. A moment later madame Tanguy appeard, carrying a streaming
marmite which she set on the table. The dinner begin,…….the…..was declare a
master piece.

Vincent van Gogh - Portrait of Léonie Rose Charbuy-Davy
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In the spring of 1887, he had the opportunity to paint a young
Parisian woman called Léonie Rose
Charbuy-Davy. She was
the niece of art dealer Pierre Firmin ...

Portrait of Léonie Rose Charbuy-Davy

Portrait of Léonie Rose Charbuy-Davy…..Night
had come,the air was soft. The court yard lay still and dark, except for a
small patch of light from the lamp….

            “Henri?”

“Yes?”

“While
you were dressing. I looked at your paintings. That girl the blonde one. Be
careful don’t let her ruin your life! Don’t let her stop uoy from working.” He
smiled ruefully. “you are ten years younger than I am, and you havn’t said all
you want to say. Put it all on canvas, for perhaps nobody will never say it if
you don’t. “And don’t let a woman stop you from saying it.”

            Henri had a sudden premonition he
would never see Vincent again. Already the Vincent he had known was dead. His
ugly-beautiful face had assumed a new screnity. His blue eyes seemed turned on
some nearing shore. They talked a long time after the Tanguys had gone to bed.
He held Vincent’s hand for a moment, looked once more at the gaunt, red bearded
face.

            “Adieu, man ami.”…..

            “Adieu, man ami.”

            “Monsieur
le Comte, allow me to present Captain Culot, of the Homicide Squad. He sent
twenty men to the guillotine…..This is captain Cuilguet. A specialist in jewel
robberies…..That’s Wanden Ponjel of the Roquette prison….

            The
reception was coming to an endwhen he return accompanied by a stoky,
jovial-faced man.

            “Monsieur
le Comte, this is my old friend inspector Rampart, the vice squad chief of the Sebastopol district. You know, the one I told you about…”
With a significant wink he was off.

            Inspector
Rempart sat down by Henri’s side and began by speaking feelingly about Pston,
pressing his honesty and his efficiency.

            “he
mentioned in your interest in one of the Charlet girls.” He said lowering his
voice, “Belive me, you’re well rid of her. She is no good, that girl. She is
back in my district, but I got my eyes on her. She’s taken up again with that
pimp of her, and loaf all they long in that little bistro on rue de la Planchette….Rue de la Planchette…She is
there..Go, and you’ll see her…Perhaps you can bring her back…”

            For
our he foughtagainst the haunting memories of her thrilling mouth, her fluid
body. He recalled her slutishness, her greed, her stupidity.

            After
midnight he surrendered….

            Rue
delaPlanchette was a dingy alley, a mere trench of darkness between two rows of
verminous houses.

Mosquée de Sidi Boumediene (hichemo, 

“Adieu, man ami.”

She gave him an amused glance…  and
lean aside to tap the ashes of her cigarette on the floor.

“What’s up there?” she asked, noticing
the stairway in the balcony.

            “My
room and bath.”

            “A
Bath”

In a flash she was out of bed,
running up the stairs. He heard her exclaimation of delight at the sight of the
bathtub. 

She rushed to the railing,
leaned over it.

            “Please,
please, let me take a bath.” Her voice had the whispering eagerness of a
child’s pleasing for a toy.

            “I
clean it nice, I promise.”

            A small inner voice warned him to
refuse, but, instead, he said,  “If you
want to.”

…..

1889 was
a big year for Paris. The Eiffel Tower was built, anInternational Exhibition was staged, and Moulin Rouge opened
its doors. Exactly as old as the Eiffel
Tower, this famous
cabaret is more popular than ever. You can't miss its signature bright red
windmill at the foot of Montmartre, on Place Blanche along Boulevard de Clichy.

Today, Moulin Rouge is
still the number-one rated show in City of Night and it sells out weeks in advance. One
hundred performers, including the legendary Doriss Dancing Girls, are
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All sing in a minor key scales.

Of victorious love and the opportune life,

They do not seem to believe in their happiness

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

moonlight, sad and beautiful,

That melody sets the birds dreaming in the trees

And the water fountains sobbing in ecstasy,

The tall slender fountains among marble statues.

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In Hesiod's Theogony, Nyx is born of Chaos:

Erebus
God of Darkness
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Homer

At Iliad 14.249–61, Hypnos, the minor deity of sleep, reminds Hera of an old favor after she asks him to put Zeus to sleep. He had once before putting Zeus to sleep at the bidding of Hera, allowing her to cause Heracles (who was returning by sea from Laomedon's Troy) great misfortune. Zeus was furious and would have smitten Hypnos into the sea if he had not fled to Nyx, his mother, in fear. Homer goes on to say that Zeus, fearing to anger Nyx, held his fury at bay and in this way Hypnos escaped the wrath of Zeus by appealing to his powerful mother. He disturbed Zeus only a few times after that always fearing Zeus and running back to his mother, Nyx, who would have confronted Zeus with a maternal fury.

Lady Lazarus

Raising Lazarus, Oil on Copper Plate, 1875, Carl Heinrich Bloch (Hope Gallery, Salt Lake City) The biblical narrative of the Raising of Lazarus is found in chapter 11 of the Gospel of John. Lazarus is introduced as a follower of Jesus, who lives in the town of Bethany near Jerusalem. He is identified as the brother of the sisters Mary and Martha. The sisters send word to Jesus that Lazarus, "he whom thou lovest," is ill. Instead of immediately traveling to Bethany, according to the narrator, Jesus intentionally remains where he is for two more days before beginning the journey. When Jesus arrives in Bethany, he finds that Lazarus is dead and has already been in his tomb for four days. He meets first with Martha and Mary in turn. Martha laments that Jesus did not arrive soon enough to heal her brother and Jesus replies with the well-known statement, "I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die". The narrator here gives the famous simple phrase, "Jesus wept". In the presence of a crowd of Jewish mourners, Jesus comes to the tomb. Over the objections of Martha, Jesus has them roll the stone away from the entrance to the tomb and says a prayer. He then calls Lazarus to come out and Lazarus does so, still wrapped in his grave-cloths. Jesus then calls for someone to remove the grave-cloths, and let him go. The narrative ends with the statement that many of the witnesses to this event "believed in him." Others are said to report the events to the religious authorities in Jerusalem.

The Gospel of John mentions Lazarus again in chapter 12. Six days before the Passover on which Jesus is crucified, Jesus returns to Bethany and Lazarus attends a supper that Martha, his sister, serves. Jesus and Lazarus together attract the attention of many Jews and the narrator states that the chief priests consider having Lazarus put to death because so many people are believing in Jesus on account of this miracle. The miracle of the raising of Lazarus, the longest coherent narrative in John aside from the Passion, is the climax of John's "signs". It explains the crowds seeking Jesus on Palm Sunday, and leads directly to the decision of Caiaphas and the Sanhedrin to kill Jesus. It is notable that Lazarus is the only resurrected character in the Bible (besides himself) that Jesus personally refers to as "dead." The Daughter of Jairus, whom he resurrected at another time, was said by Jesus to have been "sleeping." A resurrection story that is very similar is also found in the controversial Secret Gospel of Mark, although the young man is not named there specifically. Some scholars believe that the Secret Mark version represents an earlier form of the canonical story found in John.

The power of solistice love

For three days, after the sun reaches its solstice, it appears to stand still. This period of pause, between the Suns descent and Ascent, wrought paralyzing dread and fear into the hearts and minds of the early pre-Christians. Over Time, they established rituals and traditions concerning this period (December 22 to December 25). They passed the word through oral tradition, and eventually, after their societies established writing, wrote it down, concerning their Sun God: the sun shall lay in a grave (point of solstice) for 3 days. But after 3 days the sun shall rise, be resurrected, (according to Webster's dictionary, the word resurrect is linked to the word resurge, which means To Rise Again, to revive), and ascend toward heaven, (progressively ascend northward to the position of the summer sun). And when the sun completes its ascent upward toward the point of its summer solstice, it will comfort us and bless us.....But the bat, and made beautiful display on, have seen those nocturnal butterflies they would rather do gliding among the other cloudy sky, the poor butterflies always caught as prey, the victim without any introduction, only seven day of their lives span. “How does the music would lead us to?” to subsidized this wonderous situation since they are the sequel บทต่อเนื่อง to the diminishing moon that moves slowly passing by which is the interpretion of spectrum . Seeing is believing receiving signals at earth station are directly related to bit error rate in digital As an advocate dialect the circuit between the satellite and the leval of malicious obsecurity are above the thick and thin of the mud, the sea Thalassa that struggling through years of prosperity. 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Her singular version of a simple woman, the one with culture she have been created placed her in the vanguard of sur-realistic ”Your wife would give you little thanks for that, If she were by, to hear you make the offer.” When the young woman was putting on the act of devine taste if she could not pass she would die at the night before the event. “A pound of that same mermaid's flesh is possessive of noun: The court awards it, and the law give it to the verb of third person and singularly perfect tense of do”. She will die after her mom’s execution . At the night before the event , she can’t think of any reason for not to cry, “as I recalls,” the tempolization with nectorous voices. “And you must cut this flesh from off her breast: The law allows it, and the court awards it.”. 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That disdrainful peace of art. ”I pray you, let me look upon the bond.” With chemical reaction or she would die with the executetion of ages believing “of sanctified by goddess. Having been persuaded by the impairment in front of the number of lens that linkage to human’s minds even more visible, allow us to probe at the heart of quasar and witness the birth of a star; a poet of his comtemporary and a leader of a global networks. As an artist she explores the realms of eroticism which present the ideal beauty as complex embodiment. One more time for the good time. In fact the goddess arranged it, ” If you should find the need of my existence, just lay your head upon this pillow and go on dreaming about the et de Hollywood.” A little chit and chat to captain Bush, “Bangkok here I come”. Saturday 17th December 1983 ….and the rain falls heavily on the earth,the horizon, the atmosphere in this sequale misty fog from the night before at eighteen hours. You must prepare your bosom for his knife. Entrance of the enthrone queen, just like kiss and tell bruntly if said so, “Love means you’re not gonna get it.” The overtone of his own son, Uranus, a god regard as the father of justice. In this Uranus vincinity the misty cloudy sky black out Jupeter’s fourth moon enroute lasted to Uranus’s magnetic field for such phenomena caused Jupeter’s four moons altered their position, as they are reversing into a god regarded by themselves, two million years ago he was overthrown by his son Furies who was riding the phony of Cyclope. For his love to his son he said, “never identified the situation as rival against blood line.” And the rain falls on earth’s southeastern atmosphere. One minute before Jupitor enroute to Uranus’s magnetic field. “How old are you then ?”. It’s driven eternally the hostile within little molecules of emzime from the beginning of metabolism if we dip them down the fluorescent colours we would see them all and this part of evolution’s theme rebirth. When the exact situation come you will see at point blank the range that you can not missed the concept that evoked that lead to the idealism the one germanic word tugend which concern medieval age of Christians’ peculiarity. .

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“span> ....……….As dawn goes by over the sky misty came the morning glorious day, late afternoon then evening also leave the moon above the sky, we were wondering why?
……….”What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-who, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the Elizabethan's tower. .What’s on thee desire o’ mind” that’s right “What to do?” we thought of him who is who when the owl sing, To-whoo, To-who, What’s for? Thee needed love but not to be bored and that’s supposed, rewards given but thee were forbidden, sing To-whoo, To-who “Do you know why?”, cuz, so many time we were forgotten those target and the rhymes, “keep cool” it’s all right for to night, sing To-whoo, ……

“ To-who, never too soon de poet of wisdom will slash the moon. The moon would beheaded, he said, To-whoo, To-whoo, as pen was writing in my thought by nboth edges of his swords, “The moon” he said “c’mon, deancing around me”. In the “green”tower.
“...As dawn goes down lullaby,the bird sing.;Well! In the field of bloody revolution where it was dwelling in human’s brain that rare their greed, there are those impious veins and therefore as jealous upbringing they as well grown up who fought the battle up. still falls the rain. There was a man with his sword drawn in his hand, over his shadow apparently lean his shoulder against the wall somewhere, never the chance of his awareness, the man of an Arabian tribal, the salvage Bedouin who lives in sheepskin tents with six wives robed the chance of being under the lime light by me, Oh God! Who to think logically and draw conclusion from facts, who was being vigilant of justification and that what was my explanation to justice. Nevertheless, he said “Under the sky” from where we sat there and felt so stoned, “Who cursed the whales?” never a word his name been told. At first time we have ever his tale, keep wonder what was his desire to save ........................the whales, flashing designated light but he missed “Only twice” he said..
“Slash the moon” Still falls the rain as dark as the man’s world, with the heart pausing sounds that changed in vain; black as our lost, blind as sixteen hundred and fourty-six nails, upon the cross

John Harbison: Ulysses' Bow (1983)