No words necessary. I'm really enjoying the progression of your photography. I also very much liked your artwork, that I saw the other day. Sorry I haven't posted a comment in awhile.
Lori: how about http://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/1/6/6/1/16616/16616.htm (couldn't resist the pun: now I have to go read some of the poems to see if any of them appeal to me) have a good one
THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE 'Sinend daughter of Lodan Lucharglan, son of Lir, out of the Land of Promise went to Connlas' Well which is under the sea, to behold it. That is a well at which are the hazels of wisdom and inspiration that is, the hazels of the science of poetry; and in the same hour their fruit and their blossom & their foliage break forth, and then fall upon the well in the same shower, which raises upon the water a royal surge of purple.'
HERE ENDS THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE, WRITTEN BY A.E., PRINTED, UPON PAPER MADE IN IRELAND, AND PUBLISHED BY ELIZABETH CORBET YEATS AT THE DUN EMER PRESS, IN THE HOUSE OF EVELYN GLEESON AT DUNDRUM IN THE COUNTY OF DUBLIN, IRELAND, FINISHED ON THE TENTH DAY OF OCTOBER, IN THE YEAR NINETEEN HUNDRED & THREE.
With a time-rusted compass blade Aladdin and his lamp Sits with Utopian hermit monks Side saddle on the Golden Calf And on their promises of paradise You will not hear a laugh All except inside the Gates of Eden (Bob Dylan)
interesting cropping. no matter how close i stare into my monitor, i can't quite figure out where you would have found such a thing. its like a bed of rusty sprouts. very cool!
No words necessary.
ReplyDeleteI'm really enjoying the progression of your photography. I also very much liked your artwork, that I saw the other day.
Sorry I haven't posted a comment in awhile.
Lori: how about
ReplyDeletehttp://infomotions.com/etexts/gutenberg/dirs/1/6/6/1/16616/16616.htm
(couldn't resist the pun: now I have to go read some of the poems to see if any of them appeal to me)
have a good one
Well, this is how the book ends, anyway:
ReplyDeleteTHE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE
'Sinend daughter of Lodan Lucharglan, son of Lir, out of the
Land of Promise went to Connlas' Well which is under the
sea, to behold it. That is a well at which are the hazels of
wisdom and inspiration that is, the hazels of the science of
poetry; and in the same hour their fruit and their blossom &
their foliage break forth, and then fall upon the well in
the same shower, which raises upon the water a royal surge
of purple.'
HERE ENDS THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE, WRITTEN BY A.E., PRINTED,
UPON PAPER MADE IN IRELAND, AND PUBLISHED BY ELIZABETH
CORBET YEATS AT THE DUN EMER PRESS, IN THE HOUSE OF EVELYN
GLEESON AT DUNDRUM IN THE COUNTY OF DUBLIN, IRELAND,
FINISHED ON THE TENTH DAY OF OCTOBER, IN THE YEAR NINETEEN
HUNDRED & THREE.
Well, reading how you go about finding these photos, I look at this picture and I'm thinking "This can't be safe! It's..."
ReplyDeleteWow! I love your rustscapes.
ReplyDeleteHow about:
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
(Bob Dylan)
:-)
Thanks for asking!
Great photos! They drive me nuts...
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Not exactly a poem but it reminds os Chaplin's "Modern Times"
ReplyDeleteinteresting cropping. no matter how close i stare into my monitor, i can't quite figure out where you would have found such a thing. its like a bed of rusty sprouts. very cool!
ReplyDeleteHey all y'all -- grabbing a second before an afternoon full o' meeting to tell you...
ReplyDelete...I found these back behind a new shopping mall where future construction is under way, during a 15-minutes-from-my-house "look for pics" drive.
the modern day video poet:
ReplyDeleteNuts and Bolts (the spoken word)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpHH_dNZueI
petrified earthworms wearing helmets
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