Vide! |
Vide!
Est-ce que c'est l'extremite?
Je sens l'obscurite,
Et craignez le silence.
Je me noie dans la noirceur, c'est un fleuve.
Vous ne comprenez pas ce que je peux sonder.
C'est l'extremite, il ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 18:02:00 GMT |
john donne |
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No man is an island
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No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:48:00 GMT |
Princess Of The Palatinate |
11 October 1711
"a man remained long years in the Bastille and has died there, masked. At his side he had two musketeers ready to kill him if he took off his mask. He ate and slept with th...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:30:00 GMT |
looking good |
it's all looking so peachy right now
as well as a couple of quick shorts we're shooting, next up are the US based feature films "Web of Destruction" and "Midnight in America" then onto two French movi...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 21:10:00 GMT |
Baudelaire |
The Dance Of Death
ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesa...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 09:09:00 GMT |
ROBERT BROWNING THE PIED PIPER |
The Pied Piper - by Robert Browning
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,By famous Hanover city;The river Weser, deep and wide,Washes its wall on the southern side;A pleasanter spot you never spied;But, when b...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:27:00 GMT |
Lord Alfred Tennyson |
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward,All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred."Forward, the Light Brigade!"Charge for the guns!" he said:Into the v...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:07:00 GMT |
William Blake |
Thel's MottoDoes the Eagle know what is in the pit,Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod,Or Love in a golden bowl?
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 04:18:00 GMT |
Rupert Brooke |
The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;A dust whom England bor...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 04:14:00 GMT |
Drinkel |
PARIS HILTON
I don't know that sound anymore.
My hearing is dead. Burnt by the
Wailing of the sirens. The shock
Of the rockets and the missiles.
Nothing but the beach i...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 07:32:00 GMT |
