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Sego Y Ovbal

Selected works from Mexican street artist Sego. He uses the name Ovbal for his abstract style and Sego for his hyper-detailed organic style.

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bigenderbeatnik:

mister-smalls:

If you ever feel bad about your own writing, just remember that one of the world’s most well-known works of classic literature is self-insert fanfiction where the author hangs out with his favorite poet and is guided on his journey of discovery by a Manic Pixie Dream Girl version of a woman he met twice.

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Also everybody who ever pissed him off is in Hell. 

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satsukijpg:

hasana-chan:

YOU FORGOT THE BEST ONE 

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heckyeahcarmelites:

To Joan of Arc When the Lord God of hosts gave you the victory, You drove out the foreigner and had the king crowned. Joan, your name became renowned in history. Our greatest conquerors paled before you. But that was only a fleeting glory. Your name needed a Saint’s halo. So the Beloved offered you His bitter cup, And, like Him, you were spurned by men. At the bottom of a black dungeon, laden with heavy chains, The cruel foreigner filled you with grief. Not one of your friends took part in your pain. Not one came forward to wipe your tears. Joan, in your dark prison you seem to me More radiant, more beautiful than at your King’s coronation. This heavenly reflection of eternal glory, Who then brought it upon you? It was betrayal. Ah! If the God of love in this valley of tears Had not come to seek betrayal and death, Suffering would hold no attraction for us. Now we love it; it is our treasure. 

heckyeahcarmelites:

To Joan of Arc 
When the Lord God of hosts gave you the victory, 
You drove out the foreigner and had the king crowned. 
Joan, your name became renowned in history. 
Our greatest conquerors paled before you. 

But that was only a fleeting glory. 
Your name needed a Saint’s halo. 
So the Beloved offered you His bitter cup, 
And, like Him, you were spurned by men. 

At the bottom of a black dungeon, laden with heavy chains, 
The cruel foreigner filled you with grief. 
Not one of your friends took part in your pain. 
Not one came forward to wipe your tears. 

Joan, in your dark prison you seem to me 
More radiant, more beautiful than at your King’s coronation. 
This heavenly reflection of eternal glory, 
Who then brought it upon you? It was betrayal. 

Ah! If the God of love in this valley of tears 
Had not come to seek betrayal and death, 
Suffering would hold no attraction for us. 
Now we love it; it is our treasure. 

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Joan of Arc by Albert Lynch (1851-1912)
engraving from Figaro Illustre magazine, 1903

Joan of Arc by Albert Lynch (1851-1912)

engraving from Figaro Illustre magazine, 1903

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