sack of jerusalem

~ ten ~ 
the nights like this are the ones where you almost ask for help but you can’t seem to spit out the words through the mouthfuls of blood.
~ nine ~ 
the sky is the color of ink and the breeze sends a chill down to your bone marrow. you wonder if you’ll ever feel warm again.
~ eight ~ 
tears are dripping from your eyes and red is dripping from the tops of your thighs. you pretended you were invincible until tonight, played dress-up in an immortal skin. two thousand years ago, a princess of a long dead kingdom might have worn that sad smile.
~ seven ~ 
you could have been a city with eyes like that. you could have been so many things. you kissed boys with cigarette teeth and girls with vodka lips but you can never get the taste of ancient ruins out of your mouth.
~ six ~ 
if you tried hard enough, you could paint your mouth the color of cherries and cover up the scars. if you do, you will be beautiful. you really will. someone could almost love you someday.
~ five ~ 
you’ll never let it get this bad again if you make it through the night.
~ four ~ 
when you were seven you forgot to feed your pet goldfish and it died. you buried it in your backyard because you didn’t want to flush it. the only thing that matters at three a.m. is your dead goldfish, and everything else you’ve ever destroyed. nothing lasts if your hands linger too long. you’re sure this is how midas felt.
~ three ~ 
your body is a temple. your body is a temple. it is the sacking of jerusalem beneath your skin. nothing sacred is left here. all the holiness has drained from your bones.
~ two ~ 
you were never the calm before the storm. everyone says that tornadoes sound like freight trains. you are screaming at the top of your lungs and the wind is howling through your hair. in the right light, this could be poetry instead of pain.
~ one ~ 
this is when the shatter comes. it’s slipping through your fingers now. your heart is cracked stained glass. your smile is just punched-out teeth. your world is ending, the entire universe swallowed up in ten nine eight seven six five four three two one
~ zero ~
—  self-destruct in 10 by Auriel Haack

Tonight marks the beginning of Tisha B'Av, a day of mourning and fasting in Judaism for the destruction of both temples, the sacking of Jerusalem, the expulsion of the Jews from their homeland by invading empires, and other Jewish tragedies which coincidentally fell on this day. It’s traditional to read the book of Lamentations in remembrance of these national tragedies and the lives that were lost.
Most modern non-Orthodox Jews don’t observe this fast-day, but if you are, I hope you have an easy fast.

Guys if you never read the Roman Mysteries series you missed out they are some of the greatest kids books ever i swear to god i mean it’s four kids gallivanting about the roman empire solving mysteries, it’s so historically accurate it hurts and the story manages to get the characters involved in most of the big events in roman history it a way that totally works, and did you say representation bcus holy shit are these books full of it - from the beautiful, kind, gentle, slave girl Nubia to a family of Jews (whose stories are greatly affected by the persecution of jews in the roman era, including the sacking of Jerusalem) to a mute homeless boy who is an incredible artist, I mean these are kids books, which are hardly known for having great representation in them. They have platonic friendships between boys and girls, they have exiting storylines, they have DOGS, they have pirates and prophets and emperors and gladiators, seriously there isn’t one problem with these books they are genius.

OH and it was a pretty incredible TV show. Yeah. Its fucking amazing.

A walk amidst the ruins of a marble city.

The triumphal arch of Septimus Severus and the ‘Rostra’:

Rome or Death:

Palatine Hill:

Temple of the Vesta. The eternal flame of the city was kept alive here.

Capitol Hill:

Titus’s triumphal arch. The sacking of Jerusalem:

anonymous asked:

It was the sectarian upheaval in North Africa that made Islam possible.How? Islam was funded in the Arabic peninsula.

In 70AD the Romans sacked Jerusalem.  Subsequently Alexandria, Egypt became the the most significant center for the development of Christianity.  Its influence reached from the Levant to Carthage and beyond.

For several hundred years there was doctrinal discord and violence within the early church in North Africa despite Christianity being the dominant religion in the region.  Its leadership became corrupt, heresies and purges were a regular occurrence, and infighting kept the body of Christianity weak.   

So when Islam was fresh coming out of the desert ready to attempt conquest, it was the new thing.  There was weak allegiance to Christianity and minimal resistance to the new religion. 

“One rich and noble woman, whose name was Mary, the daughter of Eleazar, being stripped of all she had, by the seditious, killed her own child, and dressed it, and ate part of it; and the other part being found by the soldiers that broke in upon her, the news of this shocking fact was spread all over the city, and every one looked with horror upon it, and with the same compassion, as if they had done it themselves: and then might those words be said, “blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare"”

samiholloway  asked:

Why do you think so many fantasy books are set in a sort of generic European middle ages? What do you wish would be included in those books to make them less generic and more specific and realistic? (or even just weirder? there must be weird real-life stuff writers miss?)

Here are some ramblings. Three words: castles, dragons, and war! The Middle Ages were SO long (+/- 1,000 years), and a lot happened: Rome fell, crusades went down, peasants were EVERYWHERE, knights maraudered, monks/nuns were quietly studying away, plague kept coming back, and MONGOLS/VIKINGS. 

Even during the MA, people were fascinated with their own recent history, reimagining the past set within the guise of the present. In this post’s images, the Italian writer Boccaccio recounts how Emperor Titus (dressed as the Holy Roman Emperor) sacked Jerusalem. The margins are filled with hybrids and monsters (look for the dragon or the monkey lute player), and a sad story of a mother who ate her baby (cannibalism). The harsh realities of life during the medieval period, combined with some of the most awesome historical events ever, plus castles/dragons/war appeal to our sense of nostalgia and wonder.

 Also, today’s cinema is yesterday’s illuminated manuscript.  

—Bryan