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."
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.
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.
Monday, May 28, 2012
rural Italian transportation
in Rome it would have been a Vespa
Sunday, May 27, 2012
roaring sea of sunflowers
that house is going to be flooded soon
Saturday, May 26, 2012
memento Dibutades
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...
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...
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
dead or alive
gothically beautiful anyway on a field in Umbria
the Moon seen from Italy
looks a lot like the Moon seen from anywhere
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
nuns sense
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...
I think that's the point of religion; to be out of time, above it. That is nun's sense...
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Italian sausage
for sale, sausages typical of Umbria, Italy
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
horizontal zebra cathedral close up
in Orvieto, Umbria, Italy
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
girls hanging out round the ice cream
looks a little like a trivial pursuit item though
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
advertising in the lion's face
old meets new.
This picture could be a haiku. Maybe like this:
old door lions mouth
this weeks advertisement stuck
[knock knock]
This picture could be a haiku. Maybe like this:
old door lions mouth
this weeks advertisement stuck
[knock knock]
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