Edmond Aman-Jean, Goddess of the Sea, c. 1893, Musee d’Orsay, Paris. By way of The Blue Lantern.
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
~D. H. Lawrence
Thanks again to, Love Is A Place
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depth,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depth
out of sight, in the deep living.
~ D.H. Lawrence, from ‘Know Thyself More Deeply’
Thank you to, Love Is A Place
And so I urge you, go after experience rather than knowledge. On account of pride, knowledge may often deceive you, but this gentle, loving affection will not deceive you. Knowledge tends to breed conceit, but love builds. Knowledge is full of labor, but love, full of rest.
“In traditional Chinese culture, the natural world around us is seen as an organic and dynamic entity, which may reveal to us an order metamorphic to the human endeavors. Through images captured, I would like to see that order explored. In the words of Szena Qian, who lived from 145 to 87 BC and whom many consider China’s greatest historian, there is a need “to explore the boundary between heaven and human being in order to understand the changes that took place in the past as well as those taking place in the present, and thus to be able to offer a unique interpretation (about them). I aspire to do the same photographically.”
“When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.”
—Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting In Time
“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.”
“I think there’s a kind of desperate hope built into poetry that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there’s still time.”
—W. S. Merwin
By way of the deep blue river.