fleeting memories
dreams and things that never were
soon without a trace
fleeting memories
dreams and things that never were
soon without a trace
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Looking through the glass
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Looking through the glass
Seeing from new perspectives
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
looking through the glass
seeing from new perspectives
kaleidoscopic
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
a rainbow of grays
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
A rainbow of grays
reflect the ash of your soul
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
a rainbow of grays
reflect the ash of your soul
kaleidoscopic
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
Watercolour strokes
watercolor strokes
twisted into an orange sun
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
watercolor strokes
twisted into an orange sun
dark night dripped away
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
The violin plays
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
The violin plays
Its vibratro trill sends chills
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
The violin plays
Its vibratro trill sends chills
from past centuries
Time enthuse and use
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Time enthuse and use
claustrophobic ideas
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