Το σύμπαν της τέχνης και οι τέχνες τ' ουρανού

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjOC6Vs78U8&feature=related

 

Тот самый Мюнхгаузен, Mark Zakharov, 1979

 

Τηλεταινία διαμάντι. Δεν καταλαβαίνω γρυ αλλά μου αρέσει. Ο Βαρώνος πασχίζει να αποδείξει πως δεν είναι τρελλός.

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The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Terry Gilliams, 1988

 

Όποιος δεν έχει δει αυτό το αριστούργημα μπορεί να επανορθώσει. Οι σκηνές στην σελήνη εκπληκτικές.

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Ο Βαρώνος Münchhausen στο διάστημα

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Baron Munchausen climbs up to the moon by way of a Turkey bean plant, Alphonse Adolphe Bichard

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The adventures of Baron Münchhausen, Gustave Doré, 1870

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Baron Munchausen Scrap Book, George Carlson

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Δημιουργία του φωτός, Gustave Doré, 1866

 

Από την μνημειώδη εικονογράφηση της Βίβλου.

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Paradise Lost, Gustave Doré, 1866

 

Εικονογράφηση για το αριστούργημα του Milton

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Το Κοράκι τουEdgar Allan Poe Εικόνα 11, Gustave Dore

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

 

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

 

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -

Darkness there, and nothing more.

 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.

 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

 

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -

Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -

Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore

Of "Never-nevermore."'

 

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

 

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee

Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -

On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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Ανδρομέδα, Paul Gustave Dore, 1869

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Ανδρομέδα, Théodore Chassériau, 1840

 

Ελαιογραφία, Μουσείο Λούβρου

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Ανδρομέδα και το Κήτος, Domenico Guidi, 1625-1701

 

 

Μάρμαρο, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Νέα Υόρκη

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Περσέας και Ανδρομέδα, Pierre Mignard, 1679

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Λούβρο, Παρίσι

 

Ο Κηφεύς και η Κασσιόπη ευχαριστούν τον Περσέα.

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Ανδρομέδα, Henri-Pierre Picou, 1874

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Ανδρομέδα Αλυσσοδεμένη στον Βράχο, Sir Edward John Poynter, 1869

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά

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Περσέας και Ανδρομέδα, Giorgio Vasari, 1570

 

Ελαιογραφία σε ξύλο, Palazzo Vecchio, Φλωρεντία

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Andromeda aan de rots geketend, Rembrandt, 1630

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ΠΕΡΣΕΥΣ ΑΝΔΡΟΜΕΔΑ ΚΕΤΟΣ, Κορινθιακό Αγγείο

 

Altes Museum, Βερολίνο

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Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Ρωμαϊκή τοιχογραφία

 

Οικία των Διόσκουρων, Πομπηΐα

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Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Edward Burne-Jones, 1888

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Staatsgallerie Stuttgart

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Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Τισιανός, 1553-1559

 

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Wallace Collection, Λονδίνο

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Ο Περσεύς σώζει την Ανδρομέδα, Joachim Wtewael, 1611

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά, Λούβρο, Παρίσι

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Andromède, Mademoiselle Marguerite Arosa, 1892

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Περσεύς και Ανδρομέδα, Peter Paul Rubens, 1639-1640

 

Museo del Prado, Μαδρίτη

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Andromeda, Tamara de Lempicka, 1929

 

Ελαιογραφία σε καμβά