Thursday, May 31, 2012

high voltage and reversed glass dishes and the moon

and it is time for late breakfast. The moon will move. The dishes will stay. The power will move and stay, and help us make breakfast.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

flower color matching butterfly wings

For a moment I thought he had holes in his wings.

Inger Christensen's crown sonnet from her "The valley of the butterflies"
Translated from Danish into English by John Irons

"XV
Skywards they swirl, the planet’s butterflies
in Brajchino valley’s searing midday air,
up from the bitter cavern’s sombre dyes
that mountain scrub hides with a scent so rare.

As admiral and camberwell and blue,
as peacock butterflies they flutter by
and make believe the universe’s fool
a life that does not simply choose to die.

Who is it that transforms this meeting stead
with hint of peace of mind and honeyed lies
and summer visions of the vanished dead?

My ear responds to this with its deaf ringing:
It is no less than death with its own eyes
looking at you from butterflies when winging."

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I am a tourist in a car in a narrow Italian street

I have a GPS and I am not really lost. I am intentionally lost. The car in front of me is blocking the passage because he met someone he knows. I have the time, and he is not really blocking. He is moving very slowly.
I accept it as only a tourist would, and begin to like being lost and blocked.
I take a photograph of the situation. And I write about it. You read about it.
It is not a very good photograph. It is not a very good description.
It is more like it is a bit lost, and a bit blocked.
I am still a tourist.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Saturday, May 26, 2012

memento Dibutades

memento Dibutades by mononom
memento Dibutades, a photo by mononom on Flickr.
Now she is leaving...

Pliny the Elder tells the legend of a young Corinthian, presumably by the name Dibutades, who draws the shadow of her beloved on the wall before he must leave her. Legend says she creates the first portrait, even invents the art of drawing or painting.
Her father, Butades, fills the outline of the shadow with clay and bakes it. Legend says he creates the first relief sculpture.
There are divergent details in the story depending on who is telling. But it is a great legend, inspirational to painters, poets photographers and more, even to this day.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butades
www.nga.gov/education/classroom/origin_myths/art_corinthi...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

holy water

holy water by mononom
holy water, a photo by mononom on Flickr.
it tasted good and now I glow in the dark

Monday, May 21, 2012

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012

nuns sense

nuns sense by mononom
nuns sense, a photo by mononom on Flickr.
if it hadn't been for the car, that I just couldn't crop out, it could have been anytime the last many hundred years.
I think that's the point of religion; to be out of time, above it. That is nun's sense...

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

advertising in the lion's face

advertising in the lion's face by mononom
advertising in the lion's face, a photo by mononom on Flickr.
old meets new.

This picture could be a haiku. Maybe like this:

old door lions mouth
this weeks advertisement stuck
[knock knock]