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Damian: posts feature the pen and the pixel

@ukdamo / ukdamo.tumblr.com

Gay guy in England's north west. Retired Forensic Learning Disability nurse. Travel: Photography: Music: Literature
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Today’s Flickr phot with the most hits: a photo taken in the British Museum, showing part of the Parthenon frieze. (Of course, it ought to be in Athens, in the stupendous museum built to house it).

The Olympian Gods await the arrival of the Peplos, gifted by the people of Athens to their patron Goddess, Athena, during the great Panathenaic Procession. Seated from L to R - Hermes, Dionysos, Demeter, Ares.

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Rosetta Stone

Brian Taylor

To the British Museum in W3 in very different company. To an Egyptian archaeological mortuary; dismembered torsos and massive heads, disjointed arms and shattered legs; imitations of flesh and bone in granite, sandstone, marble and obsidian. Mirrors of souls buried in oblivion. There, the many who swarmed along the Nile and lived and loved among a host of enemies, stare with dead eyes and frozen smile with a rich, dark hunger to reawaken in the sun. Broken friezes, unhinged doors, fragmented pediments, mosaic floors, gold necklaces that have outlived their necks failed amulets – all trawled from these Egyptian wrecks. Trawled by English gentlemen from a many layered human tragedy. Gentlemen on grand tours who came to pick and choose from what an ancient people made and were made to lose by Nubian, Ptolemy, Roman and Ottoman; - these more concerned with slaves and human plunder than with these artefacts which you have seen and which have made you wonder. Here in this place they rest, each with its space, its lighting and its label; - delicacies upon a cultural table. For whom? Today, for whom? Today each room is like a formicarium. A mass of students represents the human race. An apian hum of languages from those who stare, drink coke and share their sandwiches in this Temple to Impermanence. These, having fed on history’s desiderata, come out into the sun, hold hands and heed the pigeons that have also come to feed - but not on culture. Their sense is for survival. They have no need to be embalmed, like the Sumerians or charmed like antiquarians. They have no artefacts to give providing vital cultural data. They merely try to live a little longer and die a little later.

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Today’s Flickr photo with the most hits is an image of  an unprepossessing slab of grey rock. However, it is of signal importance. You can see it in the British Museum (where it came to rest after several adventures). Known to history as the Rosetta Stone, it was the key to unlocking the language of Egyptian hieroglyphs (holy carving), which is an adventure story all by itself. 

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In the British Museum

Thomas Hardy - who’s a big sap for piles of old stones, as am I...

'What do you see in that time-touched stone, When nothing is there But ashen blankness, although you give it A rigid stare?

'You look not quite as if you saw, But as if you heard, Parting your lips, and treading softly As mouse or bird.

'It is only the base of a pillar, they'll tell you, That came to us From a far old hill men used to name Areopagus.'

- 'I know no art, and I only view A stone from a wall, But I am thinking that stone has echoed The voice of Paul,

'Paul as he stood and preached beside it Facing the crowd, A small gaunt figure with wasted features, Calling out loud

'Words that in all their intimate accents Pattered upon That marble front, and were far reflected, And then were gone.

'I'm a labouring man, and know but little, Or nothing at all; But I can't help thinking that stone once echoed The voice of Paul.'

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