Newton & Newton. The Properties of Light

Sir, I had formerly purposed never to write any hypothesis of light and colours,
fearing it might be a means to engage me in vain disputes:

but I hope a declared resolution, may defend me from that fear.

...the agitated parts of bodies, 

according to their several sizes, figure, and motions, 

do excite vibrations in the æther of various depths or bignesses,

which being promiscuously propagated through that medium to our eyes, 

effect in us a sensation of light of a white colour

...

Assuming the rays of light to be small bodies 

emitted every way from shining substances,

when they impinge on any refracting or reflecting superficies,

must as necessarily excite vibrations in the æther, 

as stones do in water when thrown into it.

the elastic effluvia seem to instruct us, that there is something of an æthereal nature condensed in bodies

...

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photos: Helmut Newton

text: Isaac Newton "An Hypothesis explaining the Properties of Light" (1757)

Bela Borsodi and "der kapital"

it is only the definite social relationships of men themselves,
which in their eyes takes on the phantasmagorial form of a relation between things.
In order, therefore, to find an analogy, we must have recourse to the mist-enveloped regions of the religious world.
In that world, the products of the human mind appear as independent beings endowed with life, as entering into independent relations both with one another and the human race.
The same way are in the world of commodities the products of men’s hands.
This I call the fetishism

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Images: Bela Borsodi

Text: Marx in "Capital"

Beachum & Leal

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Bela! como um espelho esférico, polido,
aonde colos nus luzem palidamente.
Bela! como o sentir a seda dum vestido
arrastar, como arrasta a cauda de serpente.

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Images: Mark Beachum
Text: Gomes Leal, in "Nevrose Nocturna"

Sophia

O gentle glitter of eternal beam!

With what a such whiteness did it flow,
O'erpowering vision in me! But so fair,
So passing lovely, Beatrice show'd,

Mind cannot follow it, nor words express
Her infinite sweetness. Thence mine eyes regain'd
Power to look up, and I beheld myself,

Sole with my lady, to more lofty bliss
Translated: for the star, with warmer smile
Impurpled, well denoted our ascent.

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Model: Sophia Santi

Text: in "Paradise", Dante.

, TRANSLATED BY THE REV. H. F. CARY