Monday, June 24, 2024

Diary Entry: Early Spring

16/01/24


Still Life with Strawberries - William Hammer (1874)

    Earlier today I was thinking about spring. The gentle blooming season is almost never praised enough for what it offers. I especially love the beginning of spring: the cool, chilly air and light breeze, the swaying trees, the warm sun rays, the feeling of carefreeness and hope in one's stomach, the jolly white butterflies, the sound of laughter, tasty cherries and sweet strawberries, golden and shiny locks of hair. The long awaited anticipation of summer, that swirly, bubbling sensation of longing. A time of waiting and hoping, a time of passage, a blooming flower. Happiness.

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Is an Artist Born or Made?

 

Poetic Vision: The Aspect that Unites Every Artist

written by Vittoria Mariggiò

The Muses - Tintoretto (1578)
Is an artist born or made?

The question of a lifetime has been discussed over and over, without really coming to a conclusion. This mystery has always created chaos within society, but it could be unraveled by simply analyzing a characteristic that every artist shares. Poetic Vision (or Artistic Vision) is a term that describes a specific way to perceive the world, and it is an aspect that is unique to artists (writers, poets, painters, composers, choreographers, film directors…). Obviously, every person has their own vision of the world, which gives them a reason to act the way that they do. It is innate to have a certain perception of the world, and everyone's is different (that is why, in my opinion, peace could never exists in our world). But what separates this factor from the standard phenomenon, is the purpose of it. Poetic Vision is an animal being, living and breathing; it is the drive that permits the artist to create, it pushes the artist to constantly and restlessly produce, all with the sole purpose of bringing itself to life. The artist’s work springs from their vision, but at the same time, the product and the vision are the same. It is an never-ending, infinite-like circle that is difficult to understand if not directly felt, for it is a sensation. When Homer said: "Tell me, O Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy." (Odyssey, Book 1, Line 1), he was invoking a muse, asking for inspiration, because, whether it's called "the work of a muse" or "the product of a vision", that’s what this phenomenon is: a flash of instant inspiration. For an artist, it is not the creativity, but rather the vision. Creativity is nothing without the vision, that is why one might have many ideas but no concrete image of them. And the vision comes, it is unexpected and unpredictable, but it comes in a rush, ready to fade after a few moments, and it is an artist’s job to capture it and make the most of it. Poems and paintings and films and books and dances and music are only a glimpse of the artist’s mind, which is filled with boundless possibilities that cloud their mind and clog their pores. Trust me when I say, there is always more we want to say. There is always more to what we share, because behind every wonderful and masterful and meaningful piece of art, there is a vision that is violently pulsing in an artist’s soul, begging to come out.



Citations: 

Homer. The Odyssey with an English Translation by A.T. Murray, PH.D. in two volumes. Cambridge, MA., Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann, Ltd. 1919. https://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.01.0136%3Abook%3D1%3Acard%3D1 

Friday, June 7, 2024

An Ode To The Moon


An Ode To The Moon

written by Vittoria Mariggiò

Sea View by Moonlight - Ivan Aivazovsky (1849)

O my beautiful moon,
my shining, gracefully delicate thing,
turn and show me,
the unseen,
those hidden flaws,
and unhinged truths,
you keep in the obscure.

O my beautiful moon,
my softest and most
precious beam,
turn and show me,
the hidden ire,
those fuming thoughts,
and shameful desires,
you keep in the dark.

O my beautiful moon,
my lovely creature of nature,
never cease to shine upon me,
so fair and unreachable
to burn my heart;
I watch the most heavenly miracle,
so far away.
I might let
the celestial blue of your eyes,
kill me slowly.

Monday, June 3, 2024

About Myself

Who is behind Carpe Noctem?

written by Vittoria Mariggiò


Mary Magdalene In The Cave - Hugues Merle (1868)
Welcome everyone!

My name is Vittoria and I'm a fifteen year old Italian girl who is passionate about literature. I dedicate my time to reading and writing, but in other words, my whole life revolves around the creation and appreciation of art and culture. On this page, you will see evaluations of novels and films, personal elaborations (poems, prose, articles and essays), diary entries and thoughts, quotes, paintings, any media you could  possibly think of relating to art. With this blog, I hope to reach a broader audience, and catch the attention of people who relate to my passions, as well as the interest of those who are curious enough to be willing to indulge in something new. Before starting to post twisted content without explanation, I must make a premise: I live for the dramatics. Please, don't remain stunned if you see some dark thoughts on here, I spontaneously exaggerate situations to make them match my vision, it's the poetic spirit - or is it?

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