fragile connectivity

A Broken Appointment

BY THOMAS HARDY

         You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,—

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

         You did not come.

         You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

–I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name,

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

         You love not me?

Man Ray

"An original is a creation motivated by desire. Any reproduction of an originals motivated be necessity. It is marvelous that we are the only species that creates gratuitous forms. To create is divine, to reproduce is human." 

Man Ray

Lauren E. Simonutii (1968-2012)

lauren.rabbit

this world sighed a loss of you.

your visions astonished.

your view of intuition enchanted.

and your emotion transcended.

you will be missed.

Kirchherr and Carver

self portrait

This Room

This room for instance:
is that an empty coach
that waits below?
       
        Promises, promises,
        tell them nothing
        for my sake.

I remember parasols,
an esplanade beside the sea,
yet these flowers...

        Must I ever remain behind-
        listening, smoking,
        scribbling down the next far thing?

I light a cigarette
and adjust the window shade.
There is a noise in the street
growing fainter, fainter.


Raymond Carver

Astrid and Stu

Photography by Astrid Kirchherr

love should not be written in stone but written in water

the world of Idha Lindhag

All photography by Idha Lindhag.

Vesna - Poet

Words are not just words

they are kisses

on the lips of silence

that speak of your essence

~Vesna~

a Yamamoto shower

I have to stop looking at closed doors

 this I love 

the gentle art of Masao Yamamoto

it makes me feel there could be something on the other side for me

Day for Night

magaziny language of a magaziny mind

Perhaps a bit sappy.  No, really sappy!   

But this line...

"I found you aimless in London I gave you direction,

 I found you smiless I gave you joy,

 Not eternal joy or even joy for a month but immediate, particular, bright little minutes of joy,

 which is all we ever get or should expect." 

 so close to perfection, don't you think?

of paths

Odes

RICARDO REIS

TRANSLATED BY EDOUARD RODITI

1.

Of the gardens of Adonis, Lydia, I love

Most of all those fugitive roses

That on the day they are born,

That very day, must also die.

Eternal, for them, the light of day:

They're born when the sun is already high

And die before Apollo's course

Across the visible sky is run.

We too, of our lives, must make one day:

We never know, my Lydia, nor want

To know of nights before or after

The little while that we may last.

2.

To be great, be whole: nothing that's you

Should you exaggerate or exclude.

In each thing, be all. Give all you are

In the least you ever do.

The whole moon, because it rides so high,

Is reflected in each pool.

Weightless

Thanks to Katia

counters and clocks

no fragments left of me

but

to feel you near

was 

everything

Sarah Moon

I Dreamed of a time...

White Snake

hello. how do you feel?