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something beautiful x 25
27 February 2009
23 February 2009
21 February 2009
20 February 2009
18 February 2009
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
'alone' // edgar allan poe
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
'alone' // edgar allan poe
17 February 2009
15 February 2009
la mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même // 1915-1923
marcel duchamp
(translated 'Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even' & also called 'The Large Glass')
i remember learning about this work my freshman year in a survey of art class and thinking it was intriguing but not really understanding why someone would make a work out of dust, wire, foil, etc. then when i was living in london the summer after that class, i saw a replica in the tate gallery. the way it caught the light was absolutely mesmerizing. my 20th century american art class brought it back into my mind and when i think about it now, i really appreciate the work quite a bit. this is probably because ive been able to experience it in person and also because i see things with a completely different perspective now than i did my freshman year. art is kind of like literature in that respect, your perception of the work is unequivocally influenced by where you are at that point in your life when you happen to cross paths with the work. really quite fascinating when you think about it because the works themselves are constant.
marcel duchamp
(translated 'Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even' & also called 'The Large Glass')
i remember learning about this work my freshman year in a survey of art class and thinking it was intriguing but not really understanding why someone would make a work out of dust, wire, foil, etc. then when i was living in london the summer after that class, i saw a replica in the tate gallery. the way it caught the light was absolutely mesmerizing. my 20th century american art class brought it back into my mind and when i think about it now, i really appreciate the work quite a bit. this is probably because ive been able to experience it in person and also because i see things with a completely different perspective now than i did my freshman year. art is kind of like literature in that respect, your perception of the work is unequivocally influenced by where you are at that point in your life when you happen to cross paths with the work. really quite fascinating when you think about it because the works themselves are constant.
14 February 2009
its a bit scary how rapidly my mood changes when i drink coffee.
ive been drinking it a lot lately, and when i do its like all of my senses are immediately amplified. my appreciation for everything increases tenfold and im just overwhelmingly happy about all that i see even more than usual. god, everything is so beautiful.
(image flickr.com)
11 February 2009
09 February 2009
05 February 2009
e "From the Hindu point of view each soul is divine. All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn't matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One's values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality."
- george harrison
(im increasingly intrigued by george harrison and his path to adopting a more eastern way of thought).
- george harrison
(im increasingly intrigued by george harrison and his path to adopting a more eastern way of thought).
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