MIRROR : Photographs by Daniel Murtagh
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“His whole face was darkened from incessant exposure to the brutal world of dreams.” — Yukio Mishima, Star (trans. Sam Brett)
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MIRROR : Photographs by Daniel Murtagh
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“His whole face was darkened from incessant exposure to the brutal world of dreams.” — Yukio Mishima, Star (trans. Sam Brett)
"...there are no clocks to measure time but the beating of our singing hearts."
-Harold Littlebird-Santo Domingo/Laguna Pueblos
And then there's the time-stopping stillness of sacred moments, as when an eagle drops a feather and the pueblo elders bow their heads in prayer.
—Leila
[Leila L'Abate]
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A visual explanation of why stars fall on Earth. Details of The Augsburg Book of Miracles, an illuminated manuscript made in Augsburg in Germany in the 16th century, anonymous author-ess.
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Choose Something Like A Star
O Star (the fairest one in sight), We grant your loftiness the right To some obscurity of cloud – It will not do to say of night, Since dark is what brings out your light. Some mystery becomes the proud. But to be wholly taciturn In your reserve is not allowed. Say something to us we can learn By heart and when alone repeat. Say something! And it says, “I burn.” But say with what degree of heat. Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade. Use language we can comprehend. Tell us what elements you blend. It gives us strangely little aid, But does tell something in the end. And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite, Not even stooping from its sphere, It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid. Robert Frost, 1943
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“I am so happy to have finally got this shot. It has taken me all winter. I have had so many difficulties; frozen equipment, blurry photos through ice, battery issues, flash placements and flare, clouds(!), cats’n’dogs, wind blowing everything over, night exposure, and the list goes on. So you can imagine my excitement and disbelief this morning when I found this on my card! Thank you beautiful Mrs fox, you get an Oscar.”
~ Duncan MacArthur
(Via Ian Saunders)
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all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again: but winter’s not forever,even snow melts;and if spring should spoil the game,what then? all history’s a winter sport or three: but were it five,i’d still insist that all history is too small for even me; for me and you,exceedingly too small. Swoop(shrill collective myth)into thy grave merely to toil the scale to shrillerness per every madge and mabel dick and dave –tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
- E. E. Cummings
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Commuter in the morning light. Dont know why but I've been sketching trains and people on trains lately
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“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe. No less than the trees or the stars. You have a right to be here. In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.”
- Max Ehrmann | Desiderata