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Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Saturday 28 July 2012
Saturday 6 August 2011
Thursday 22 April 2010
elementals
For the elements brought forth abundantly
The living Soul in glorious forms; and every one came forth,
Walking before her Shadowy face and bowing at her feet.
But, in vain, delights were poured forth on the howling Melancholy!
William Blake
The living Soul in glorious forms; and every one came forth,
Walking before her Shadowy face and bowing at her feet.
But, in vain, delights were poured forth on the howling Melancholy!
William Blake
for Susan Kruse, in homage to her work with rain, wind and fire
Thursday 18 March 2010
light rain
A Master-Painter, in the Sung era, had the habit of climbing up the terraces of vineyards, equipped with a flagon of wine, and of passing the day mildly drunk, staring and meditating. Do you know what he observed? Clearly a spectacle, since he was a Master, and a Painter. The commentators say: "That he looked for the bond of light joining ultimately once and forever joy and life, life and joy," and they mocked him for being a drunkard and a lunatic.
And yet, this inebriated vision, this piercing gaze, this clairvoyance can replace for some people -- to whom you belong? -- all the reason of the world and of the god.
I invite you then simply to see. I ask you to forget everything about you; to hope for nothing further; and to regret nothing.
And yet, this inebriated vision, this piercing gaze, this clairvoyance can replace for some people -- to whom you belong? -- all the reason of the world and of the god.
I invite you then simply to see. I ask you to forget everything about you; to hope for nothing further; and to regret nothing.
Victor Segalen, Paintings, pp 3-4
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