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One had a pretty face, and two or three had charm, but charm and face were in vain, because the...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 16:16:18 -0500

One had a pretty face,
and two or three had charm,
but charm and face were in vain,

because the mountain grass
cannot but keep the form
where the mountain hare has lain.

- Memory by William Bulter Yates

“As a putative fact, the second stanza is just false and is really kind of silly. Few living things leave imprints in the grass, let alone permanently. Let alone rabbits. But that’s the contrast between memory and life. The heart holds the form of what it loved long after its love hops away.

The poem shows the texture of memory — assertive and uncertain. “Charm and face were in vain,” but for what and for whom? You can feel the conflict through the sounds: the off-rhymes like memories grasped for (“face” and “grass,” and “charm” and “form”); the end rhyme like memory found (“vain” and “lain”);* “face” and “face” repeated like a memory trace with no image, a lost experience. That’s another way that charm and face are vain, preoccupied by appearances while love remembers just an imprint, not a sight to recall but an absence to fill.”

—Adam Plunkett

* And notice that the poem’s only other true rhymes add to the last line’s sense of recollection — “grass” and “has,” and “where” with the homophonous “hare” whose tresses could leave an imprint only with the weight of memory.

Silence Opens Doors The only sound I want to hear Is my beating heart I want to feel it pulsating...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 16:09:34 -0500

Silence Opens Doors

The only sound I want to hear
Is my beating heart
I want to feel it pulsating
In every cell of my body
Though most of all
I want to feel it in my eyes
So that the outside world
Will know its rhythm
And light a true path

Pelicans Route Though we may be sleeping And dreaming Our eyes are wide open A stare As fierce...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 16:04:11 -0500

Pelicans Route

Though we may be sleeping
And dreaming
Our eyes are wide open

A stare
As fierce as the Sun
A glare
That runs through the blood of all

Hunting in the Winter
Blooming in the Spring

Following the Pelicans route
Thirsty for the Pomegranates fruit

All things that appear to the mind are merely painting of names and thoughts.

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 15:58:29 -0500

All things that appear to the mind are merely painting of names and thoughts.

Serenity Book on Pinterest

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 15:54:27 -0500

Serenity Book on Pinterest

Knowledge of Architectural Inheritance History can reveal to our period the forgotten elements of...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 15:52:16 -0500

Knowledge of Architectural Inheritance

History can reveal to our period the forgotten elements of its being just as our parents can recover for us those childhood and ancestral peculiarities which continue to determine our natures tough they are not to be found in our memories. A connection with the past is a prerequisite for the appearance of a new and self-confident tradition.

Sigfried Giedion

A great artist is able to create the artistic form for a phase of social history long before that...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 15:47:08 -0500

A great artist is able to create the artistic form for a phase of social history long before that phase has begun to take tangible shape.

Sigfried Giedion

A city is the expression of the diversity of the social relationships which have become fused into a...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 15:45:00 -0500

A city is the expression of the diversity of the social relationships which have become fused into a single organism.

Sigfried Giedion

Raindrop One moment One breathe It kissed so softly Eternally A flower about to bloom Where...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 07:30:00 -0500

Raindrop

One moment

One breathe

It kissed so softly

Eternally

A flower about to bloom

Where raindrops touch the leaf

And the lead touches the water

The water remembers the feeling of being

A river

A waterfall

A cloud

The Ocean

A cup of tea

storms the storms are advancing with resolute might my essence is yearning to leap into flight the...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 03:42:27 -0500

storms

the storms are advancing with resolute might
my essence is yearning to leap into flight
the gust fuels my passions; my conscience’s kept clear
but my love is tragic while you are not here

- Ian

Michaël Borremans

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:48:00 -0500

Michaël Borremans

Rosemary/The Painting You came so unexpectedly Pulled you out of the dumpster When I was lost You...

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:37:00 -0500

Rosemary/The Painting

You came so unexpectedly
Pulled you out of the dumpster
When I was lost

You found me!
Trapped
You set me free
Showed me, me

And now we are one
But not for long

You will be taken down from my walls
And hung somewhere else
A new home
A new view

You look to the mountains and the sea
There you stand imagining a perfect world
But now I know
I am there inside

Stepping back I see only your profile
Eyes looking forward
Imagining a perfect world
And there it is with purple clouds

You will be taken down from my walls
And hung somewhere else
A new home
A new view
But I am there inside
Living in a perfect world

I look back to see your face
And words could not describe the beauty

You set me free
Showed me, me
And words could not describe the beauty

While watching TV in a hotel room the narrator says: When John Wanye left, it wasn’t the...

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:25:40 -0500

While watching TV in a hotel room the narrator says:

When John Wanye left, it wasn’t the stars and stripes that appeared, but rather the red ball of the Japanese flag. And while I was falling asleep I had the craziest thought: where I am now is the center of the world. Every shity television set no matter where is the center of the world. The center has become a ludicrus idea and the world as well. An image of the world, a ludicrus idea, the more tv sets there are on the globe. And here I am in the country that builds them all for the whole world so the whole world can watch the American images.

- Tokyo Ga

Vision/The space of love A woman goes to a place to see She spends so much time there and treats...

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 04:49:00 -0500

Vision/The space of love

A woman goes to a place to see

She spends so much time there and treats it so well that it loves her

A place as room

The perspective of the space

Who it sees

How it changes

What it wants to hear, how it wants to be treated

What if the place is alive?

Examine multiple places in the city over time

Say it wants an object: it wants to see an apple, it wants to know love

It wants to express itself through people

It wants others to visit it, it wants to hear a poem, it wants to hear children

It wants to know itself

It organizes itself so that a conversation of itself will manifest, a truthful conversation

It wants to hear music

It wants to be powerful, acknowledged with other places

The space of love

The greenspace, the museums, the bike paths,

A house attracts a lover,

The movement of a city, but a city without people

Complexity and the brain

There is a level of sophistication to a bike ride that transcends everyday life. Though one may...

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 04:02:00 -0500

There is a level of sophistication to a bike ride that transcends everyday life.

Though one may travel a bicycle route hundreds of times, every path is different.

The weather, the people, the smell and taste of the air, the thoughts and emotions the ride provokes.

Like a treasure hunt, I’m interested in discovering the thousands of unique bicycle paths.

A path in a small village or in the country, along a river, lake or ocean.

A path that wallows in the meadow or one that seeps between a city’s skyscraper valleys.

Searching for the perfect Zen bicycle ride: a ride that inspires and brings peace, a ride that is memorable.

A Zen ride involves uncovering mystery as the ride progresses, capturing beauty in the environment, and attaining those rare, fleeting of moments of bliss.

It is eternal.

Vision inhales truth And exhales beauty Where it turns: Light curves Life burns Love serves

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:13:00 -0500

Vision inhales truth

And exhales beauty

Where it turns:

Light curves

Life burns

Love serves

The mark of great civilizations is that they have the ability to conserve their own genius and to...

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 23:10:26 -0500

The mark of great civilizations is that they have the ability to conserve their own genius and to bring in the discoveries of other civilizations and incorporate them.

The future of our civilization depends on our ability to select and control our heritage from the...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 00:45:49 -0400

The future of our civilization depends on our ability to select and control our heritage from the past, to alter our present attitudes and habits, and to project fresh forms into which our energies may be freely poured.

Lewis Mumford

The words I have to sayMay well be simple but they’re trueUntil you give your...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 00:41:00 -0400

The words I have to say
May well be simple but they’re true
Until you give your love
There’s nothing more that we can do

Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
No one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen

You say it’s very hard
To leave behind the life we knew
But there’s no other way
And now it’s really up to you

Love is the key we must turn
Truth is the flame we must burn
Freedom the lesson we must learn
Do you know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen

Love Song
By Elton John

I cut open a fruit It was a day like any other day It was a fruit I love It sang from above And this...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 03:05:00 -0400

I cut open a fruit

It was a day like any other day

It was a fruit I love

It sang from above

And this day

Why this day

Did I see in the middle - eyes?

The seeds, they were staring

In wonder like children

And now I see eyes everywhere

In everything

It’s all alive

I’m alive