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This is the largest monastic library on Earth. It’s hidden in an Austrian mountain valley and is believed to have inspired the design of the iconic library in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, but you’ve probably never even heard of it... Completed in 1776 within the Benedictine monastery Admont...

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I know what you're thinking. It's not AI. But I get why it looks impossible… The Apennine Colossus rises 11 metres from the grounds of the Villa Demidoff at Pratolino, north of Florence. It was completed between 1579 and 1580 by the Flemish sculptor Giambologna, commissioned by Francesco I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, as the centrepiece of one of the most extravagant Renaissance gardens ever made. The giant is a personification of the Apennine Mountains. Scholars believe Giambologna drew on Ovid's Metamorphoses, in particular the description of a mountain-like Atlas, when he designed the figure. The Colossus emerges from the landscape as if he had always been there, his body merging with rock and moss, stalactites forming his beard, his hair dissolving into stone. With his left hand he crushes the head of a sea monster, from whose open mouth water pours into the pond below. To the people who first encountered him, he did not seem like a statue. He seemed alive. The giant was engineered, through a hidden network of water pipes, to sweat and weep. In winter, icicles formed across his body. In summer, water cascaded from his head into the gardens below. But the most extraordinary thing about the Apennine Colossus is what is inside him... Across three levels, the giant contains a network of chambers. On the ground floor sits a cave-grotto with an octagonal fountain dedicated to the Greek sea goddess Thetys. On the upper level is a room large enough to hold a small orchestra. And in the head there's a private chamber with slits cut into the eyes and ears, and a fireplace whose smoke escaped through the giant's nostrils. Francesco I de' Medici used to sit inside the head and fish through one of the eye slits into the pond below. According to the architectural historian Philip Steadman, "at night he would have torches lit, so the eyes glowed." A century later, around 1690, the sculptor Giovan Battista Foggini added a dragon to the back of the Colossus. The dragon's belly contained a fire chamber. Its neck and head served as the chimney. The smoke rose from the dragon's mouth. A giant that weeps. That breathes smoke through stone nostrils. That has a concert hall in its chest and a fishing room behind its eyes. The Renaissance produced many things that seem almost impossible today. This may be the one that should not even have been imaginable... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

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There is a keyhole in Rome that lets you see three countries at once... It sits in a green door at the top of the Aventine Hill. Press one eye to the lock, and the dome of St Peter's Basilica appears at the end of a long corridor of laurel hedges, framed perfectly inside a circle of metal barely an inch wide. The dome is a kilometer and a half away, but through the keyhole it looks impossibly close. As if you could reach through and touch it. The door belongs to the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, the only order from the Crusades that still exercises sovereignty today. The villa behind the door has extraterritorial status and it's treated as separate from the surrounding Italian territory. This is why one keyhole holds three sovereign jurisdictions. The garden in front of you is the territory of the Order of Malta — not a country in the conventional sense, but a sovereign subject of international law, with its own passports, ambassadors, and a permanent observer seat at the United Nations. The land between the garden and the dome is Italy. The dome itself stands inside the Vatican. Three sovereignties in one glance... None of this was an accident. In 1765, the Venetian architect Giovanni Battista Piranesi was commissioned to redesign the priory. He laid out the gardens, planted the laurels, and aligned everything toward the distant dome of Michelangelo's masterpiece. He was building a telescope made of trees. When he died in 1778, he was buried inside the church behind the door, a few steps from the keyhole that became his most famous design...
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There is a keyhole in Rome that lets you see three countries at once... It sits in a green door at the top of the Aventine Hill. Press one eye to the lock, and the dome of St Peter's Basilica appears at the end of a long corridor of laurel hedges, framed perfectly inside a circle of metal barely an inch wide. The dome is a kilometer and a half away, but through the keyhole it looks impossibly close. As if you could reach through and touch it. The door belongs to the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, the only order from the Crusades that still exercises sovereignty today. The villa behind the door has extraterritorial status and it's treated as separate from the surrounding Italian territory. This is why one keyhole holds three sovereign jurisdictions. The garden in front of you is the territory of the Order of Malta — not a country in the conventional sense, but a sovereign subject of international law, with its own passports, ambassadors, and a permanent observer seat at the United Nations. The land between the garden and the dome is Italy. The dome itself stands inside the Vatican. Three sovereignties in one glance... None of this was an accident. In 1765, the Venetian architect Giovanni Battista Piranesi was commissioned to redesign the priory. He laid out the gardens, planted the laurels, and aligned everything toward the distant dome of Michelangelo's masterpiece. He was building a telescope made of trees. When he died in 1778, he was buried inside the church behind the door, a few steps from the keyhole that became his most famous design...

James Lucas

245,239 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

At first glance, it just looks like a stunning painting. Then you step back and realize you’re looking at one of the most impossibly detailed works of art you’ve ever seen... Around 1620, in Antwerp, an unnamed Flemish painter set out to gather the city’s most famous artworks into a single piece, but what he ultimately chose to do with it will never cease to amaze me. Now held at the National Gallery in London, this painting is called Cognoscenti in a Room hung with Pictures, and it is, technically speaking, one of the most vertiginous acts of illusionism in the Western canon. Eleven richly dressed men — artists, dealers, collectors, the cognoscenti of the title — move through a vast imagined gallery, discussing and inspecting its contents. But the figures are almost beside the point. What stops you are the walls. From floor to ceiling, they are covered with meticulous miniature copies of real works by sixteenth- and seventeenth-century masters, mostly from Antwerp, assembled as an ideal gathering of the finest things the city had to offer. Paintings within a painting. A museum compressed into a canvas. This is what scholars call a Kunstkammer, or "cabinet of curiosities", and the genre carried real social weight. To collect art in the Dutch and Flemish Golden Age was a declaration, not merely a pleasure. The cognoscenti shown here are pretentious by design: richly dressed, surrounded by coins, medals, and Persian rugs. Every object is a signal of wealth. And then — almost invisible, sitting on the windowsill at the edge of the composition — there is the monkey. The picture celebrates the pleasures of collecting and the erudition of art appreciation. But the monkey, a traditional symbol of the foolishness of human endeavors, sits there as a reminder of the frivolity and ultimate futility of buying expensive things. He is mocking them... these men so devoted to hoarding precious objects, when perhaps their hours might have been spent on something less perishable. It is one of the most elegant acts of subversion in art history: a painter who spent months lovingly reproducing the work of other painters, in obsessive miniature detail, and then placed a fool's emblem in the corner to ask whether any of it matters... It is simultaneously a love letter to art and an indictment of what happens when love turns into possession. The cognoscenti in the room are not wrong to find beauty worth pursuing, but they have perhaps confused the pursuit with the trophy. Four hundred years later, the monkey is still watching and the question it asks has not changed: are you here for the beauty, or for the proof that the beauty is yours? -- -- -- I wrote about this and 5 other impossible masterpieces in today's article. You can read it here: If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.
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At first glance, it just looks like a stunning painting. Then you step back and realize you’re looking at one of the most impossibly detailed works of art you’ve ever seen... Around 1620, in Antwerp, an unnamed Flemish painter set out to gather the city’s most famous artworks into a single piece, but what he ultimately chose to do with it will never cease to amaze me. Now held at the National Gallery in London, this painting is called Cognoscenti in a Room hung with Pictures, and it is, technically speaking, one of the most vertiginous acts of illusionism in the Western canon. Eleven richly dressed men — artists, dealers, collectors, the cognoscenti of the title — move through a vast imagined gallery, discussing and inspecting its contents. But the figures are almost beside the point. What stops you are the walls. From floor to ceiling, they are covered with meticulous miniature copies of real works by sixteenth- and seventeenth-century masters, mostly from Antwerp, assembled as an ideal gathering of the finest things the city had to offer. Paintings within a painting. A museum compressed into a canvas. This is what scholars call a Kunstkammer, or "cabinet of curiosities", and the genre carried real social weight. To collect art in the Dutch and Flemish Golden Age was a declaration, not merely a pleasure. The cognoscenti shown here are pretentious by design: richly dressed, surrounded by coins, medals, and Persian rugs. Every object is a signal of wealth. And then — almost invisible, sitting on the windowsill at the edge of the composition — there is the monkey. The picture celebrates the pleasures of collecting and the erudition of art appreciation. But the monkey, a traditional symbol of the foolishness of human endeavors, sits there as a reminder of the frivolity and ultimate futility of buying expensive things. He is mocking them... these men so devoted to hoarding precious objects, when perhaps their hours might have been spent on something less perishable. It is one of the most elegant acts of subversion in art history: a painter who spent months lovingly reproducing the work of other painters, in obsessive miniature detail, and then placed a fool's emblem in the corner to ask whether any of it matters... It is simultaneously a love letter to art and an indictment of what happens when love turns into possession. The cognoscenti in the room are not wrong to find beauty worth pursuing, but they have perhaps confused the pursuit with the trophy. Four hundred years later, the monkey is still watching and the question it asks has not changed: are you here for the beauty, or for the proof that the beauty is yours? -- -- -- I wrote about this and 5 other impossible masterpieces in today's article. You can read it here: If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

James Lucas

31,107 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

Winston Churchill once said that "we shape our buildings and thereafter they shape us." There is a building in Rome that may be the most literal example of what he meant... It's called the Vittoriano, or the Altar of the Fatherland, and it stands at the foot of the Capitoline Hill, which has been a centre of Roman civic and religious life for more than two and a half thousand years. Italy had been a unified country for only twenty-four years when construction began. Before 1861, the peninsula had been a patchwork of kingdoms, duchies, papal lands and foreign provinces. The new nation was, in the words of the Italian statesman Massimo d'Azeglio, a state without a people: "We have made Italy. All that remains is to make Italians." The country existed on paper but it did not yet exist in the imagination of its citizens. In 1880, the government held a competition for a national monument to Victor Emmanuel II, the first king of the unified country. Five years later, the young architect Giuseppe Sacconi won with a design that proposed nothing less than a new sacred centre for the nation. It was inaugurated on 4 June 1911, on the fiftieth anniversary of Italian unification. It is 135 metres wide and 81 metres tall at the wings of the bronze quadrigas crowning its roof. Every surface is faced in brilliant white Botticino marble. Two enormous chariots of Victory ride along the skyline. In 1921, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was installed at the base of the monument, with an eternal flame for the unidentified Italian dead of the First World War. Italian presidents regularly lay wreaths there during major state ceremonies. Locals colloquially call it the "Wedding Cake" or the "Typewriter", and architectural critics dismiss its scale and its unapologetic neoclassicism. The mockery has become part of how Italians know it. But underneath the jokes is a monument built for one of the most consequential moments in modern European history... Italy spent centuries divided between foreign powers and rival kingdoms. The Vittoriano commemorates the long struggle by which it became one nation. It is, in the end, the altar of the country itself. If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonders of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.
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Winston Churchill once said that "we shape our buildings and thereafter they shape us." There is a building in Rome that may be the most literal example of what he meant... It's called the Vittoriano, or the Altar of the Fatherland, and it stands at the foot of the Capitoline Hill, which has been a centre of Roman civic and religious life for more than two and a half thousand years. Italy had been a unified country for only twenty-four years when construction began. Before 1861, the peninsula had been a patchwork of kingdoms, duchies, papal lands and foreign provinces. The new nation was, in the words of the Italian statesman Massimo d'Azeglio, a state without a people: "We have made Italy. All that remains is to make Italians." The country existed on paper but it did not yet exist in the imagination of its citizens. In 1880, the government held a competition for a national monument to Victor Emmanuel II, the first king of the unified country. Five years later, the young architect Giuseppe Sacconi won with a design that proposed nothing less than a new sacred centre for the nation. It was inaugurated on 4 June 1911, on the fiftieth anniversary of Italian unification. It is 135 metres wide and 81 metres tall at the wings of the bronze quadrigas crowning its roof. Every surface is faced in brilliant white Botticino marble. Two enormous chariots of Victory ride along the skyline. In 1921, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was installed at the base of the monument, with an eternal flame for the unidentified Italian dead of the First World War. Italian presidents regularly lay wreaths there during major state ceremonies. Locals colloquially call it the "Wedding Cake" or the "Typewriter", and architectural critics dismiss its scale and its unapologetic neoclassicism. The mockery has become part of how Italians know it. But underneath the jokes is a monument built for one of the most consequential moments in modern European history... Italy spent centuries divided between foreign powers and rival kingdoms. The Vittoriano commemorates the long struggle by which it became one nation. It is, in the end, the altar of the country itself. If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonders of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

James Lucas

40,330 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

Monastery of Mor Augin (St. Augin), an ancient Syriac Orthodox Monastery, on the southern slope of Mount Izlo, located in area of Nsibin, southeastern, Türkiye. This historic site introduced monastic living to Mesopotamia and is still a significant pilgrimage destination for Syriac Orthodox Christians. It symbolizes the lasting impact of early Christian monastic practices. The monastery was founded in the first half of 4th Century AD, by Saint Awgin, a monk from El Kulzom, Egypt. Mor Augin came with 70 of his disciples to preach Christianity in Mardin Province which was controlled by Sasanian Empire. It had more than 350 monks in those periods and was one of the main spiritual centres in Mount Izlo and Turabdin. In 20th Century, there were more than 20 monks in the monastery. In 1915, Sayfo the monks witnessed the destruction of Syriac villages in the plains below. The monastery was also affected by violence. The last monk passed away in 1968. Due to persecution of Christians in Turkey, SURYOYE had to flee to Europe and other countries and few others moved to nearby villages in area of Turabdin. Saint Mor Augin is the traditional founder of Syriac monasticism. He originated from Qluzma in Egypt, and started off as a pearl diver who gave pearls to the poor and needy. In mid-life he decided to become a monk at the monastery of St. Pachomius, and from there he and his brotherhood, the holy 70 ancestors, set off to Bethnahrin (Mesopotamia), settling in the region of Mount Izlo. The remains of the monastery dedicated to his name still stands on the slopes of Mount Izlo, overlooking the Mesopotamian plain. His name testifies his success and his glory because it is translated as “the good man” (Bar Hebreus, vol. 1, 1872-1877, p. 85ff). As Mor Augin was a great and respectable monk, his word and achievement was known even in Byzantium (Constantinople) and by the Emperor Constantine. He said: “These three warriors are known in our kingdom: Antonius in Egypt, Illarion at the coast and Mor Augin who moved out of Egypt and come and settled down in your region and enlightened it. We plead and beg of him that he prays for us in front of Our Lord, so that we and our kingdom will be protected and safe.” (Tale of Saint Mor Augin). He’s called “Second Christ” in the Syriac tradition owning to the miraculous deeds he did. This certainly does not mean an equality between the both of them, rather it expresses the particularly tight succession of Mor Augin. Mor Augin and his companions filled and decorated the whole east with monasteries and churches, from Egypt to the border of Persia. In 363 AD, Saint Mor Augin passed away at a great age and advanced to the kingdom of heaven. “His body was buried in the cave underneath his monastery’s southern altar. His holy relics are kept till today in the monastery. May his prayers be with us” (P. Behnam, 1908, p- 18f). Patriarch of Antioch, H.H. Ignatius Zakka I, appointed Fr. Joachim Raban as the abbot of Mor Augin Monastery in April 2010. With the help of the Rabans and other employees of Mor Gabriel Monastery and SURYOYE in Europe, Fr. Joachim has restored some of the Monastery buildings. Restoration of buildings e.g. the main church and vital parts of the monastery are still ongoing till this day. 🎥© l.ianour (IG) #archaeohistories
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Monastery of Mor Augin (St. Augin), an ancient Syriac Orthodox Monastery, on the southern slope of Mount Izlo, located in area of Nsibin, southeastern, Türkiye. This historic site introduced monastic living to Mesopotamia and is still a significant pilgrimage destination for Syriac Orthodox Christians. It symbolizes the lasting impact of early Christian monastic practices. The monastery was founded in the first half of 4th Century AD, by Saint Awgin, a monk from El Kulzom, Egypt. Mor Augin came with 70 of his disciples to preach Christianity in Mardin Province which was controlled by Sasanian Empire. It had more than 350 monks in those periods and was one of the main spiritual centres in Mount Izlo and Turabdin. In 20th Century, there were more than 20 monks in the monastery. In 1915, Sayfo the monks witnessed the destruction of Syriac villages in the plains below. The monastery was also affected by violence. The last monk passed away in 1968. Due to persecution of Christians in Turkey, SURYOYE had to flee to Europe and other countries and few others moved to nearby villages in area of Turabdin. Saint Mor Augin is the traditional founder of Syriac monasticism. He originated from Qluzma in Egypt, and started off as a pearl diver who gave pearls to the poor and needy. In mid-life he decided to become a monk at the monastery of St. Pachomius, and from there he and his brotherhood, the holy 70 ancestors, set off to Bethnahrin (Mesopotamia), settling in the region of Mount Izlo. The remains of the monastery dedicated to his name still stands on the slopes of Mount Izlo, overlooking the Mesopotamian plain. His name testifies his success and his glory because it is translated as “the good man” (Bar Hebreus, vol. 1, 1872-1877, p. 85ff). As Mor Augin was a great and respectable monk, his word and achievement was known even in Byzantium (Constantinople) and by the Emperor Constantine. He said: “These three warriors are known in our kingdom: Antonius in Egypt, Illarion at the coast and Mor Augin who moved out of Egypt and come and settled down in your region and enlightened it. We plead and beg of him that he prays for us in front of Our Lord, so that we and our kingdom will be protected and safe.” (Tale of Saint Mor Augin). He’s called “Second Christ” in the Syriac tradition owning to the miraculous deeds he did. This certainly does not mean an equality between the both of them, rather it expresses the particularly tight succession of Mor Augin. Mor Augin and his companions filled and decorated the whole east with monasteries and churches, from Egypt to the border of Persia. In 363 AD, Saint Mor Augin passed away at a great age and advanced to the kingdom of heaven. “His body was buried in the cave underneath his monastery’s southern altar. His holy relics are kept till today in the monastery. May his prayers be with us” (P. Behnam, 1908, p- 18f). Patriarch of Antioch, H.H. Ignatius Zakka I, appointed Fr. Joachim Raban as the abbot of Mor Augin Monastery in April 2010. With the help of the Rabans and other employees of Mor Gabriel Monastery and SURYOYE in Europe, Fr. Joachim has restored some of the Monastery buildings. Restoration of buildings e.g. the main church and vital parts of the monastery are still ongoing till this day. 🎥© l.ianour (IG) #archaeohistories

Archaeo - Histories

38,298 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

In 1499, Michelangelo overheard people crediting his greatest work to someone else. He snuck into St. Peter's at night and carved his name on the sculpture. He regretted it immediately and never signed anything again for the rest of his life... He was 24 years old. The year before, a French cardinal had paid him 450 gold ducats to sculpt a statue for his own tomb. The contract had one strange clause: it had to be "the most beautiful work of marble in Rome, one that no living artist could better." Michelangelo had never completed a major public commission. He accepted anyway... He carved for two years from a single block of Carrara marble that he later called the most perfect stone he ever worked. What he produced was the Pietà: the body of Christ, lifeless, across the lap of his mother. When it was unveiled, visitors refused to believe a 24-year-old Florentine had made it. They credited the work to a more famous Lombard sculptor. So according to Vasari, Michelangelo slipped into the basilica with a chisel and carved his name in Latin across the sash running between Mary's breasts: MICHAELANGELUS BONAROTUS FLORENTINUS FACIEBAT. "Michelangelo Buonarroti, the Florentine, made this." Then he vowed never to sign another work. He kept that vow. Through the David. Through the Sistine Chapel. Through the dome of St. Peter's. Through 65 more years of work, until he died at 88. Not one of them bears his name. What I can never quite get over is that he was only 23 when he started. A young man who believed he could carve the most beautiful object on earth. And then he did... If you enjoyed this, I write a newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonder and beauty of the past, one story at a time. You can join us here: History is more beautiful than we remember.
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In 1499, Michelangelo overheard people crediting his greatest work to someone else. He snuck into St. Peter's at night and carved his name on the sculpture. He regretted it immediately and never signed anything again for the rest of his life... He was 24 years old. The year before, a French cardinal had paid him 450 gold ducats to sculpt a statue for his own tomb. The contract had one strange clause: it had to be "the most beautiful work of marble in Rome, one that no living artist could better." Michelangelo had never completed a major public commission. He accepted anyway... He carved for two years from a single block of Carrara marble that he later called the most perfect stone he ever worked. What he produced was the Pietà: the body of Christ, lifeless, across the lap of his mother. When it was unveiled, visitors refused to believe a 24-year-old Florentine had made it. They credited the work to a more famous Lombard sculptor. So according to Vasari, Michelangelo slipped into the basilica with a chisel and carved his name in Latin across the sash running between Mary's breasts: MICHAELANGELUS BONAROTUS FLORENTINUS FACIEBAT. "Michelangelo Buonarroti, the Florentine, made this." Then he vowed never to sign another work. He kept that vow. Through the David. Through the Sistine Chapel. Through the dome of St. Peter's. Through 65 more years of work, until he died at 88. Not one of them bears his name. What I can never quite get over is that he was only 23 when he started. A young man who believed he could carve the most beautiful object on earth. And then he did... If you enjoyed this, I write a newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the wonder and beauty of the past, one story at a time. You can join us here: History is more beautiful than we remember.

James Lucas

752,095 Aufrufe • vor 3 Monaten

In 1401, the cathedral chapter of Seville met to decide what to build on the ruins of the city's mosque. According to tradition, this is what they agreed: "Let us build a church so beautiful and so great that those who see it finished will think we were mad." It took more than a century, and when it was finished it was the largest cathedral on earth, and it is still the largest Gothic cathedral in the world... The minaret of the old mosque was left standing and turned into the bell tower, the Giralda. It has no staircase. Inside are thirty-five wide ramps, built so the muezzin could ride a horse to the top to call the city to prayer. People have been climbing them for hundreds of years. And inside the cathedral stands what its own archives call the largest altarpiece in Christendom: a wall of carved wood and gold nearly thirty metres high, telling the life of Christ. The Flemish sculptor who began it, Pieter Dancart, worked on it until he died. It took almost a hundred years to finish. Not one of the men who said that sentence in 1401 lived to see the building completed... We can build anything we want now, but as poet Heinrich Heine once said: "In those days men had convictions, we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral."
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In 1401, the cathedral chapter of Seville met to decide what to build on the ruins of the city's mosque. According to tradition, this is what they agreed: "Let us build a church so beautiful and so great that those who see it finished will think we were mad." It took more than a century, and when it was finished it was the largest cathedral on earth, and it is still the largest Gothic cathedral in the world... The minaret of the old mosque was left standing and turned into the bell tower, the Giralda. It has no staircase. Inside are thirty-five wide ramps, built so the muezzin could ride a horse to the top to call the city to prayer. People have been climbing them for hundreds of years. And inside the cathedral stands what its own archives call the largest altarpiece in Christendom: a wall of carved wood and gold nearly thirty metres high, telling the life of Christ. The Flemish sculptor who began it, Pieter Dancart, worked on it until he died. It took almost a hundred years to finish. Not one of the men who said that sentence in 1401 lived to see the building completed... We can build anything we want now, but as poet Heinrich Heine once said: "In those days men had convictions, we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral."

James Lucas

69,540 Aufrufe • vor 22 Tagen

This is the only existing footage of Mark Twain. It was filmed in 1909, and within a year, he was gone... The man walking there, in the white suit with the cigar, and sitting outside at a table with his two daughters, is Samuel Clemens, the legendary writer the world knew as Mark Twain. By 1909 he was one of the most famous men alive. The footage was shot by Thomas Edison himself, who visited Twain at Stormfield, his home in Redding, Connecticut. It is in black and white, it flickers with age, and it is the only known film of Twain ever made. The father of American literature has been gone for more than a century, but here, for a few flickering seconds, he is still alive.
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This is the only existing footage of Mark Twain. It was filmed in 1909, and within a year, he was gone... The man walking there, in the white suit with the cigar, and sitting outside at a table with his two daughters, is Samuel Clemens, the legendary writer the world knew as Mark Twain. By 1909 he was one of the most famous men alive. The footage was shot by Thomas Edison himself, who visited Twain at Stormfield, his home in Redding, Connecticut. It is in black and white, it flickers with age, and it is the only known film of Twain ever made. The father of American literature has been gone for more than a century, but here, for a few flickering seconds, he is still alive.

James Lucas

451,261 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat