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People, Places and Spaces, Words in Colours, Colours in Words
"I have a kind of self that resides in you,/ And an unkind self that itself will leave,/ To become another's fool" (W. S., Trolius and Cressida) *"Speak so that I may see thee"
Music ................................. "Is it right or wrong try to find a place we can all belong? be as one try to get on by if we unify? we should really try...all this time spinning round and round made the same mistakes that we've always found surely now we could move along make a better world? no it can't be wronglet's come together right now oh yeah in sweet harmony .... time is running out let there be no doubt we should sort things out if we care like we say we do not just empty words for a week or twomake the world your priority try to live your life ecologically play a part in a greater scheme try to live the dream on a wider scenelet's come together right now oh yeah in sweet harmony"
She is So Lovely(Black and White photos in the slideshow by ANDY HAY) (Paintings in the slideshow by Mirjam; apart from the second painting~Mirjam by TERRELLI)
Discovery, Dylan Moran
The Cloud of Unknowing ..........................."For when I say 'darkness' I mean an absence of knowing, in the sense that everything you do not know, or have forgotten is dark to you, because you cannot see it with your mind's eye. And for this reason it is not called a cloud in the air but a cloud of unknowing that is between you and your God"
"The barge she sat on, like a burnished throne/ Burned on the water; the poop was beaten gold,/ Purple the sails, and so perfumed that/ The winds were lovesick with them.... For her own person,/ It beggared all description: she did lie/ In her pavillion-cloth-of-gold of tissue-/ O'er picturing Venus where we see/ The fancy out-work nature; on each side her/ Stood pretty, dimpled boys, like smiling Cupidus,/ With divers-coloured fans, whose wind did seem/ To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,/ And what they undid did.... I saw her once/ Hop forty paces through the public street;/ And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted,/ That she did make defect perfection,/ And breathless power breath forth.... Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/ Her infinite variety; other women cloy/ The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry/ Where most she satisfies; for vilest things/ Become themselves in her, that the holy priests/ Bless her when she's riggish"