The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person.-Czesław Miłosz
(via tierradentro)
Night of this night, there is a prayer in me
Who read my destination in their love.
O may this cancer and this leprosy
The sovereign brand of our conjunction prove.
This is my world among the beasts who see;
In them I endure the night, and they in my.
The marginal dark - John Malcolm Brinnin
![records-of-fortune:
1st Century Roman. Glass Beaker. Excavated at Colchester, England.
“Glass vessels with scenes from the circus or the arena may have been intended as souvenirs, showing not only a picture of the sporting event but the names of the participants, who would have been well known to the fans of the games, just as sporting heroes are today.
On this beaker the two lower bands of decoration depict the four competing quadrigae (four-horse chariots). The typical architectural features of the race-track, such as the lap-markers, are also shown. The inscribed upper band records [in Latin] that the charioteer Cresces beat his opponents Hierax, Olympaeus and Antilochus.
The cup was made by blowing the glass into a mould. This method of manufacture requires careful preparation in making the mould itself, but the actual process of producing the finished vessels is far quicker than making free-blown glass. It is a form of mass-production comparable with the production of terracotta statuettes, lamps and other pottery utensils in moulds.”
-British Museum.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/43364d4cd7cb5fdc9b9b21e4e07c3919/tumblr_mmr2gqsj5M1s47re1o1_500.jpg)
