“You were
moon’s eye to me
pull and grained and mantling’ – Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew”
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Category: abstract photo
roto-tron
One of my books is a hallucinogen, an aphrodisiac, a mood elevator, an intellectual garage door opener, and a metaphysical trash compactor. They’ll do everything except rotate your tires. Tom Robbins
“We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.”
― Still Life with Woodpecker
dragon eye (three-views)
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the one of imagination, nature is imagination itself. William Blake
compression plates
The kinds of things that poetry can offer are timeless – mainly the kind of compression it offers of powerful language, powerful feelings and images, and, you know, the inner experience becoming outer.
Brenda Hillman
blue trail
“Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.”
― The Burning Secret and other stories
ratchets
When I was about 14, I got a splicing kit, which means you could chop up the film into little pieces and switch the order around and glue it together.
Peter Jackson
starfields 2
Try to forget what objects you have before you – a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, ‘Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,’ and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.
Claude Monet
