Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at Valencia paintingAlexandre Cabanel Harmony paintingThomas Gainsborough Shepherd Boys with Dogs Fighting painting
him for a fucking _second?_ Couldn't you have kept your sodding _eyes_ on him?"
"Why, what's the matter --?" But now Allie had plunged into the crowd, so that when Chamcha saw Gibreel crossing "Southwark Bridge" she was out of earshot. -- And here was Pamela, demanding: "Have you seen in on mouth; -- and, a little later, Gibreel headed across the simulacrum of that bridge Which Is Of Iron, going the same way as Jumpy went. In short, events had begun to border on the farcical; but when, some minutes later, the actor playing the role of "Gaffer Hexam", who kept watch over that stretch of the Dickensian Thames for floating corpses, to relieve them Jumpy?" -- And he pointed, "That way," whereupon she, too, vanished without a word of courtesy; and now Jumpy was seen, crossing "Southwark Bridge" in the opposite direction, curly hair wilder than ever, coathanger shoulders hunched inside the greatcoat he had refused to remove, eyes searching, thumb homing
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Leroy Neiman Casino painting
Leroy Neiman Casino painting
Leroy Neiman Carnaval Suite Panteras painting
What drew him back into the otherworld, into that undercity whose existence he had so long denied? -- What, or rather who, forced him by the simple fact of its (her) existence, to emerge from that cocoon-den in which he was being -- or so he believed -- restored to his former self, and plunge once more into the perilous (because uncharted) waters of the world and of himself? "I'll be able to fit in the meeting," Jumpy Joshi had told Saladin, "before my karate class." -- Where his star pupil waited: long, rainbow-haired and, Jumpy added, just past her eighteenth birthday. -- Not knowing that Jumpy, too, was suffering some of the same illicit longings, Saladin crossed town to be nearer to Mishal Sufyan.
o o o
He had expected the meeting to be small, envisaging a back room somewhere full of suspicious types looking and talking like clones of Malcolm X (Chamcha could remember finding funny a TV comic's joke -- "
Johannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis painting
about the black man who changed his name to Mr. X and sued the _News of the World_ for libel" -- and provoking a few angry-looking women as well; he had pictured much fist-clenching and righteousness. What he found was a large hall, the Brickhall Friends Meeting House, packed wall-to-wall with every conceivable sort of person -- old, wide women and uniformed schoolchildren, Rastas and restaurant workers, the staff of the small Chinese supermarket in Plassey Street, soberly dressed gents as well as wild boys, whites as well as blacks
Leroy Neiman Carnaval Suite Panteras painting
What drew him back into the otherworld, into that undercity whose existence he had so long denied? -- What, or rather who, forced him by the simple fact of its (her) existence, to emerge from that cocoon-den in which he was being -- or so he believed -- restored to his former self, and plunge once more into the perilous (because uncharted) waters of the world and of himself? "I'll be able to fit in the meeting," Jumpy Joshi had told Saladin, "before my karate class." -- Where his star pupil waited: long, rainbow-haired and, Jumpy added, just past her eighteenth birthday. -- Not knowing that Jumpy, too, was suffering some of the same illicit longings, Saladin crossed town to be nearer to Mishal Sufyan.
o o o
He had expected the meeting to be small, envisaging a back room somewhere full of suspicious types looking and talking like clones of Malcolm X (Chamcha could remember finding funny a TV comic's joke -- "
Johannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis painting
about the black man who changed his name to Mr. X and sued the _News of the World_ for libel" -- and provoking a few angry-looking women as well; he had pictured much fist-clenching and righteousness. What he found was a large hall, the Brickhall Friends Meeting House, packed wall-to-wall with every conceivable sort of person -- old, wide women and uniformed schoolchildren, Rastas and restaurant workers, the staff of the small Chinese supermarket in Plassey Street, soberly dressed gents as well as wild boys, whites as well as blacks
Thomas Kinkade Symbols of Freedom painting
Thomas Kinkade Symbols of Freedom paintingThomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE paintingCamille Pissarro Still Life with Apples and Pitcher painting
form's sake, the title of a married woman. At The Curtain, the rule was that all the girls married the Love Spout in the central courtyard, but now a kind of rebellion was brewing, and the day came when the prostitutes went together to the Madam to announce that now that they had begun to think of themselves as the wives of the Prophet they required a better grade of husband than some spurting stone, which was almost idolatrous, after all; and to say that they had decided a period of transition. So, in the Prophet's absence, the men of Jahilia flocked to The Curtain, which experienced a three hundred per cent increase in Business. For obvious reasons it was not politic to form a queue in the street, and so on many days a line of men curled around the innermost courtyard of the brothel, rotating about its centrally positioned Fountain of Love much as pilgrims
form's sake, the title of a married woman. At The Curtain, the rule was that all the girls married the Love Spout in the central courtyard, but now a kind of rebellion was brewing, and the day came when the prostitutes went together to the Madam to announce that now that they had begun to think of themselves as the wives of the Prophet they required a better grade of husband than some spurting stone, which was almost idolatrous, after all; and to say that they had decided a period of transition. So, in the Prophet's absence, the men of Jahilia flocked to The Curtain, which experienced a three hundred per cent increase in Business. For obvious reasons it was not politic to form a queue in the street, and so on many days a line of men curled around the innermost courtyard of the brothel, rotating about its centrally positioned Fountain of Love much as pilgrims
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Thomas Kinkade Dawson painting
Thomas Kinkade Dawson paintingThomas Kinkade Courage paintingThomas Kinkade City by the Bay painting
admired friends died on various mountains her caution increased. Away from mountaineering, it gave her, at times, an unrelaxed look, a jumpiness; she acquired the heavily defended air of a fortress preparing for an inevitable assault. This added to her reputation as a frosty berg of a woman; people kept their distance, and, to hear her tell it, she accepted loneliness as the price of solitude. -- But there were more contradictions here, for she had, after all, only recently thrown caution overboard when she chose to make the final assault on Everest without oxygen. "Aside from all the other implications," the agency assured her in its formal letter of congratulations, "this humanizes you, it shows you've got that what--the--hell streak, and dimension." They were working on it. In the meantime, Allie thought, smiling at Gibreel in tired encouragement as he slipped down towards her lower depths, There's now you. Almost a total stranger and here you've gone and moved right in. God, I even carried you across the threshold, near as makes no difference. Can't blame you for accepting the lift.
admired friends died on various mountains her caution increased. Away from mountaineering, it gave her, at times, an unrelaxed look, a jumpiness; she acquired the heavily defended air of a fortress preparing for an inevitable assault. This added to her reputation as a frosty berg of a woman; people kept their distance, and, to hear her tell it, she accepted loneliness as the price of solitude. -- But there were more contradictions here, for she had, after all, only recently thrown caution overboard when she chose to make the final assault on Everest without oxygen. "Aside from all the other implications," the agency assured her in its formal letter of congratulations, "this humanizes you, it shows you've got that what--the--hell streak, and dimension." They were working on it. In the meantime, Allie thought, smiling at Gibreel in tired encouragement as he slipped down towards her lower depths, There's now you. Almost a total stranger and here you've gone and moved right in. God, I even carried you across the threshold, near as makes no difference. Can't blame you for accepting the lift.
Frida Kahlo Thinking about Death painting
Frida Kahlo Thinking about Death paintingFrida Kahlo The Two Fridas paintingFrida Kahlo Sun and Life painting
packet cereal complete with toy silver spacemen, and he cried out, ungratefully: "Now I'm supposed to eat this filthy foreign food?" -- with expressions of sympathy, made matters even worse. "Sawful muck," Mishal agreed with him. "No bangers in here, worse luck." Conscious of having insulted their hospitality, he tried to explain that he thought of himself, nowadays, as, well, British. . . "What about us?" Anahita wanted to know. "What do you think we are?" -- And Mishal confided: "Bangladesh in't nothing to me. Just some place Dad and Mum keep banging on about." -- And Anahita, conclusively: "Bungleditch." -- With a satisfied nod. -- "What I call it, anyhow."
But they weren't British, he wanted to tell them: not _really_, not in any way he could recognize. And yet his old certainties were slipping away
packet cereal complete with toy silver spacemen, and he cried out, ungratefully: "Now I'm supposed to eat this filthy foreign food?" -- with expressions of sympathy, made matters even worse. "Sawful muck," Mishal agreed with him. "No bangers in here, worse luck." Conscious of having insulted their hospitality, he tried to explain that he thought of himself, nowadays, as, well, British. . . "What about us?" Anahita wanted to know. "What do you think we are?" -- And Mishal confided: "Bangladesh in't nothing to me. Just some place Dad and Mum keep banging on about." -- And Anahita, conclusively: "Bungleditch." -- With a satisfied nod. -- "What I call it, anyhow."
But they weren't British, he wanted to tell them: not _really_, not in any way he could recognize. And yet his old certainties were slipping away
Monday, 3 November 2008
Richard Leblanc Sunlight Country detail painting
Richard Leblanc Sunlight Country detail paintingRichard Leblanc Sunlight Coast paintingRichard Leblanc Sunlight Coast detail painting
young woman was squatting on the lawn, holding out her left palm. Butterflies were settling on this surface while, with her right hand, she picked them up and put them in her mouth. Slowly, methodically, she breakfasted on the acquiescent wings.
Her lips, cheeks, chin were heavily stained by the many different colours that had rubbed off the dying butterflies.
When Mirza Saeed Akhtar saw the young woman eating her gossamer breakfast on his lawn, he felt a surge of lust so powerful that he instantly felt ashamed. "It's impossible," he scolded himself, "I am not an animal, after all." The young woman wore a saffron yellow sari wrapped around her nakedness, after the of the poor women of that region, and as she stooped over the butterflies the sari, hanging loosely forwards, bared her small breasts to the gaze of the transfixed zamindar. Mirza Saeed stretched out his hands to
young woman was squatting on the lawn, holding out her left palm. Butterflies were settling on this surface while, with her right hand, she picked them up and put them in her mouth. Slowly, methodically, she breakfasted on the acquiescent wings.
Her lips, cheeks, chin were heavily stained by the many different colours that had rubbed off the dying butterflies.
When Mirza Saeed Akhtar saw the young woman eating her gossamer breakfast on his lawn, he felt a surge of lust so powerful that he instantly felt ashamed. "It's impossible," he scolded himself, "I am not an animal, after all." The young woman wore a saffron yellow sari wrapped around her nakedness, after the of the poor women of that region, and as she stooped over the butterflies the sari, hanging loosely forwards, bared her small breasts to the gaze of the transfixed zamindar. Mirza Saeed stretched out his hands to
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Camille Pissarro Haymakers Resting painting
Camille Pissarro Haymakers Resting paintingCamille Pissarro Bather in the Woods paintingWilliam Etty The Duet painting
bastard mountain, a human being, not a breathing machine. Pemba said, Allie Bibi, don't do, but I just started up. In a while we passed the others coming down and I could see the wonderful thing in their eyes. They were so high, possessed of such an exaltation, that they didn't even notice I wasn't wearing the oxygen equipment. Be careful, they shouted over to us, Look out for the angels. Pemba had fallen into a good breathing pattern and I fell into step with it, breathing in with his in, out with his out. I could feel something lifting off the top of my head and I was grinning, just grinning from ear to ear, and when Pemba looked my way I could see he was doing the same. It looked like a grimace, like pain, but it was just foolish joy." She was a woman who had been brought to transcendence, to the miracles of the soul, by the hard physical labour of hauling herself up an icebound height of rock. "At that moment," she told the girls, who were climbing beside her every step of the way, "I believed it all: that the universe has a sound, that you can lift a veil and see the face of God, everything. I saw the Himalayas stretching below me and that was God's face, too. Pemba must have seen something in my expression
bastard mountain, a human being, not a breathing machine. Pemba said, Allie Bibi, don't do, but I just started up. In a while we passed the others coming down and I could see the wonderful thing in their eyes. They were so high, possessed of such an exaltation, that they didn't even notice I wasn't wearing the oxygen equipment. Be careful, they shouted over to us, Look out for the angels. Pemba had fallen into a good breathing pattern and I fell into step with it, breathing in with his in, out with his out. I could feel something lifting off the top of my head and I was grinning, just grinning from ear to ear, and when Pemba looked my way I could see he was doing the same. It looked like a grimace, like pain, but it was just foolish joy." She was a woman who had been brought to transcendence, to the miracles of the soul, by the hard physical labour of hauling herself up an icebound height of rock. "At that moment," she told the girls, who were climbing beside her every step of the way, "I believed it all: that the universe has a sound, that you can lift a veil and see the face of God, everything. I saw the Himalayas stretching below me and that was God's face, too. Pemba must have seen something in my expression
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