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At the Crossroads of the SensesMain MenuAt the Crossroads of the Senses – Digital CompanionVisualizing the Table of ContentsVisualizing Synaeshesia as ConstellationSynaesthesia TimelineSynaesthesia Science and Art: Introduction and Chapters 1–2Vision: Chapter 3 - SalomeMusic: Chapter 4 - ScriabinColor-Sounds & Visual Music: Chapter 5 - KandinskyColor-Forms, Sounds & Motion: Chapters 6–7 - Kupka and BelyTouch: Chapters 8–9 - RilkeThe Lower Senses: Scent, Taste & TouchEpilogue: The Afterlife of Synaesthesia – Neurodiversity, Visualizations, ConstellationsPolina Dimovae3cc21567714201b2dd4d0a2c7acf46b8dd6ea1c
Jokanaan, I am amorous of thy body! Thy body is white like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains, like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judæa, and come down into the valleys. The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia, the perfumed garden of spices of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea.... There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Let me touch thy body. --- THE PAGE OF HERODIAS
The young Syrian has slain himself! The young captain has slain himself! He has slain himself who was my friend! I gave him a little box of perfumes and ear-rings wrought in silver, and now he has killed himself! --- THE PAGE OF HERODIAS
He was my brother, and nearer to me than a brother. I gave him a little box full of perfumes, and a ring of agate that he wore always on his hand. --- SALOMÉ
I am awaiting until my slaves bring perfumes to me and the seven veils, and take off my sandals. [_Slaves bring perfumes and the seven veils, and take off the sandals of Salomé._] --- SALOMÉ [...] Thy voice was a censer that scattered strange perfumes, and when I looked on thee I heard a strange music.