Robert Randolph and the Family Band: Salvation - from We Walk This Road, 2010. Beautiful. Thank you dreaminginthedeepsouth, justjori & i12bent.
To myself
Even when I forget you
I go on looking for you
I believe I would know you
I keep remembering you
sometimes long ago but then
other times I am sure you
were here a moment before
and the air is still alive
around where you were and I
think then I can recognize
you who are always the same
who pretend to be time but
you are not time and who speak
in the words but you are not
what they say you who are not
lost when I do not find you
~W. S. Merwin
from Present Company
Thanks Dean from The Beauty We Love.
Sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.
Tom Robbins. Today in the river.
Jeanloup Sieff, Cafe de Flore, Paris, 1978
“Photographic representation is, alas, never faithful to the sentiment that triggered it, but imperfect as it is, it is a naive attempt to postpone death, to steal from time a fall of light, a priviliged moment, which will never again recur, but will continue to live thanks to the photograph - like those stars that have been dead for thousands of years but whose light still travels through space to show us what they were.” —Jeanloup Sieff.
Thank you, kvetchlandia.
Robert Adams, Motel, 1969. from The New West photobook. (aperture). Thank you, newamsterdamlemonade.
by Viktor Kolář.
We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary - or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro at incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers, or moving whole populations about like chess pieces, if we ourselves remain the same restless, miserable, frustrated creatures we were before? To call such activity progress is utter delusion. We may succeed in altering the face of the earth until it is unrecognizable even to the Creator, but if we are unaffected wherein lies the meaning?
Henry Miller. Today in the river.
The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
the fifth, that it sings very softly.
The Who | Gettin’ in Tune from Who’s next.
by Olli Kekäläinen (All Rights Reserved). Thank you, gacougnol & firsttimeuser.
