I am an Idea Conceived in the mind of the Universe And interpreted in the minds Of the individuals I meet
Within myself I am constant Yet, I am as ever changing As the people who interpret me
I can control my actions But I cannot control their thoughts Therefore, I must do what I think is right And let others - Think what they will ~Javan
pxite entry Orange
picked from the tree while skimming the tops in a balloon... incredible
Guardian Angel
I am the bird that flutters against your window in the morning, and your closest friend, whom you can never know, blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier shining over the woods, so pale, and heavy voices from the cathedral tower. The thought that suddenly hits you in the middle of the day and makes you feel so fantastically happy.
I am the one you have loved for many years. I walk beside you all day and look intently at you and put my mouth against your heart though you're not aware of it.
I am your third arm, and your second shadow, the white one, whom you cannot accept, and who can never forget you. ~Rolf Jacobsen
not much time to take photos or post this month... frustrating, however... once all is said and done, I will have new stuff to post with all the traveling that is happening
He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven ~WB Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
pxite entry Darkness
artist costume sketch from the Ringling Museum in Sarasota... fascinating stuff
As Sweet
It's all because we're so alike- Twin souls, we two.
We smile at the expression, yes, And know it's true.
I told the shrink. He gave our love A different name. But he can call it what he likes- It's still the same.
I long to see you, hear your voice, My narcissistic object-choice. ~Wendy Cope
pxite entry Art
huge sculpture of a firehydrant... Columbia, SC
Treat the commonplace with the reverence of the sublime
pxite entry Five
Barboursville Winery...wet vat room
Three types of friendships ae beneficial: they are friendships with the honest, the sincere, and the well-informed.
Three types of friendships are damaging: they are friendships with flatterers, with hypocrites, and with the argumentative. ~Confucius
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clown mask from Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota, Fla
intelligence is intuitive
you needn't learn to love
unless you've been taught
to fear and hate
~Saul Williams
pxite entry Character
excerpt from a Saul Williams poem...
"what happens to society when mystery is labeled as evil?
...it yields an ever-connected chain of false labels and misinterpretations."
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Friday morning over Charlottesville,VA 'Say this to thyself...'
Say this to thyself (beneath thy breath, But say it and have be done): "A mortal's thoughts of dying and death are shadows across the sun."
Say this to thyself (come take some wine, ' Twas ever the coward's mark): "There will come the time when I and mine Must ferry into the dark."
Say this to thyself (or sing out loud, And shatter the windy sky): "Though sore afraid I shall not be cowed, I live till the day I die."
Say this to thyself (but bail, my friend! No boat stayed ever afloat): "From this day forth to the bitter end I shall sieze life by the throat." ~Felix Denis
pxite entry Silhouette
Solitude
in the high open air . . .
Leave the fog behind
thank you Daniel
families taking young ones for a train ride
The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of prayer is faith. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service. The fruit of service is peace. ~Mother Theresa
pxite entry Love
Old Pullman Car from the South Carolina Railroad Museum
Let Me Think
You ask me about that country whose details now escape me.
I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory, it would be as a past lover, after years, for a night, no longer restless with passion, with no fear of regret.
I have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy... ~Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1911-1984)
pxite entry Strange
a movie star smile and more reality TV
I Am a Cameraman
They suffer, and I catch only the surface. The rest is inexpressable, beyond What can be recorded. You can't be them. If they'd talk to you, you might guess What pain is like though they might spit on you.
Film is just a reflection Of the matchless despair of the century. There have been twenty centuries since charity began. Indignation is every-day stuff; It keeps us off the streets, it keeps us watching.
Film has no words of its own. It is a silent waste of things happening Without us, when it is too late to help. What of the dignity of those caught suffering? It hurts me. I robbed them of privacy.
My young friends think Film will be all of Art. It will be revolutionary proof Their films will not guess wrongly and will not lie. They'll film what is happening behind barbed wire. They'll always know the truth and be famous.
Politics softens everthing. Truth is known only to its victims. All else is photographs- a documentary The starving and the playboys perish in. Life disguises itself with professionalism.
Life tells the biggest lies of all, And draws wages from itself. Truth is a landscape the saintly tribes live on, And all the lenses of Japan and Germany Wouldn't know how to focus on it.
Life flickers on the frame like beautiful hummingbirds. That is the film that always comes out blank. The painting the artist can't get the shapes to fit. The poem that shrugs off every word you try. The music no one has ever heard. ~Douglas Dunn
pxite entry Movie