Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Crash
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday Wheels
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“Eternity is in love with the productions of time”. William Blake |
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Transition
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| Fort Tryon Park Gardens. Manhattan. NYC -Homage to Vasarely- |
From Carlos Castaneda's Journey to Ixtlan
People tell us from the time we are born that the world is such and such
and so and so, and naturally we have no choice but to see the world
the way people have been telling us it is.
Seeing happens only when one sneaks between the worlds;
the world of ordinary people and the world of sorcerers.
The real thing is when the body realizes that it can see.
Only then is one capable of knowing that the world we look at every day
is only a description.
My intent has been to show you that.
Only as a warrior can one survive the path of knowledge,
because the art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man
with the wonder of being a man.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Sweet Light
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“The future is always beginning now” ~Mark Strand "El futuro siempre esta empezando ahora" |
Thursday, September 1, 2011
September 2011 Theme Day : Perspective
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| The Cloisters—described by Germain Bazin, former director of the Musée du Louvre in Paris, as "the crowning achievement of American museology"—is the branch of the Metropolitan Museum devoted to the art and architecture of medieval Europe. Located on four acres overlooking the Hudson River in northern Manhattan's Fort Tryon Park, the building incorporates elements from five medieval French cloisters—quadrangles enclosed by a roofed or vaulted passageway, or arcade—and from other monastic sites in southern France. Three of the cloisters reconstructed at the branch museum feature gardens planted according to horticultural information found in medieval treatises and poetry, garden documents and herbals, and medieval works of art, such as tapestries, stained-glass windows, and column capitals. Approximately three thousand works of art from medieval Europe, dating from the ninth to the sixteenth century, are exhibited in this unique and sympathetic context. |
Cymbaline
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs
To magazines back home
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
Pink Floyd
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