Insignificant Others

Welcome,    This is the Insignificant Others blog, and we are the writers -- E.V. and Oliver (disclaimer: despite the name of the blog and outward perception, we are not dating nor have ever dated).      We started this blog as a way to voice our thoughts and feelings. While we will touch on important global events, the primary goal of this blog is to share ourselves and the things we love.      From E.V., you can expect to see media reviews, food related posts, and insight into my college experience.      From Oliver, you can expect analysis of poems, breakdowns of art pieces, and maybe even some of my own art. I will try to keep to a weekly schedule, but I may post more or less depending on my schedule with work and school.      From both of us, you can expect content on witchcraft, conversations, and in the future (maybe) a podcast.      Thank you for spending time with us.       ...

A test of faith in hardships between spouses. “My dearest Olive, thy care in sending to me shows me how truly thou lovest me,  and thy fear of my inconstancy argues no want of affection, only of faith, which if any good works of mine may strengthen, I will come on my knees to see thee, and put out my eyes  rather than look with unchaste desire upon any creature while I breathe; and to be more secure of me, I would have thee inquire if ever I was false to any friend, and then to consider  what a traitor I should be, if to a wife (and to such a wife!) so virtuous and good,  I should prove false, and not to my friends. Dear Olive, be assured that I strive to make myself happy in nothing but in thee, and therefore I charge you to be merry, and to cherish your  health and life, the more because I live in you. But what can I say, or what in the least little can I do? Love you? That I do and ever shall, as he who vows never to be anybody’s bu...

  “My waking thoughts are all of you. Your portrait and the remembrance of last night’s delirium have robbed my sense of repose. Sweet and incomparable Josephine, what an extraordinary influence you have over my heart. Are you vexed, do I see you sad, are you ill at ease? My soul is broken more for me when, giving ourselves up to the deep feelings which master me, I breathe out upon your lips, upon your heart, a flame which burns me up--ah, it was this past night I realised that your portrait was not you. I start at noon; I shall see you in three hours. Meanwhile, mio dolce amor, accept thousand kisses, but give me none, for they fire my blood.” -Napoleon Bonaparte to his wife Josephine (1796) This poem is a spectacle of married love. He tells her how he always thinks of her; how he can’t relax when she is away and all he has is her portrait. She is immeasurably important and influences him and his heart so much he cannot live without her.  His soul is broken and all he can ...

  “Dear heart, I am more a man of action than of thought. Your last message reproved me for my lost diligence in writing. Every night I read your letter. If I love it, what ought I to do toward her whence it came? Never have I had such longing to see you. If the enemy does not press us after this present victory, I shall steal away for a month.” Henry of Navarre to Corisande D’Andouins (1588) While off at war, Henry Navarre wrote this letter to his mistress, Corisande D’Andouins. It shows his adoration for her, and his hope that he will be able to see her soon if the war does not persist heavily.  Henry’s wife, Margaret felt very resentful towards Corisande especially because of her hold on Henry and how much she wanted to be officially with him.  In this poem he says that if his enemies do not persist in this war he hopes to be able to travel to her, and this is a big gesture. To take time away from a war and to see your lover is a big show of affection and commitm...