Posts Tagged ‘still life’

What is true and not ideal…

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” I have tried to do what is true and not ideal “

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Bring me all of your dreams…

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The Dream Keeper by Langston Hughes
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

Give over, air my mind…

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“Being Young And Green” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded–
Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!

I try to catch at many a tune…

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“Old Tunes” by Sara Teasdale
 
  As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;
So the old tunes float in my mind,
And go from me leaving no trace behind,
Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
but in the instant the airs remain
I know the laughter and the pain
Of times that will not come again.
I try to catch at many a tune
Like petals of light fallen from the moon,
Broken and bright on a dark lagoon.
But they float away–for who can hold
Youth, or perfume or the moon’s gold? 


Inspiration exists….

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“Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working” – Pablo Picasso

Only my heart makes answer…

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“Journey” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me–I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Following Care along the dusty road,
Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
And now I fain would lie in this long grass
And close my eyes.
Yet onward!
Cat birds call
Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk
Are guttural. Whip-poor-wills wake and cry,
Drawing the twilight close about their throats.
Only my heart makes answer. Eager vines
Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees
Pause in their dance and break the ring for me;
And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread
Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant,
Look back and beckon ere they disappear.
Only my heart, only my heart responds.
Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side
All through the dragging day,–sharp underfoot
And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs–
But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,
And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,
The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,
Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road
A gateless garden, and an open path:
My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

Just like the river I’ve been running ever since…

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This is one of my favorite songs – I encourage you to download it, turn the volume up, and let it penetrate your soul! Happy almost weekend! 

 

A Change Is Gonna Come –
Sam Cooke

 

I was born by the river in
a little tent

Oh and just like the river
I’ve been running ever since

It’s been a long, a long
time coming

But I know a change gonna
come, oh yes it will

 

It’s been too hard living
but I’m afraid to die

Cause I don’t know what’s
up there beyond the sky

It’s been a long, a long
time coming

But I know a change gonna
come, oh yes it will


I go to the movie and I go downtown

Somebody keep telling me
don’t hang around

It’s been a long, a long
time coming

But I know a change gonna
come, oh yes it will

 

Then I go to my brother

And I say brother help me
please

But he winds up knocking
me

Back down on my knees


Ohhhhhhhhh…..


There been times that I
thought I couldn’t last for long

But now I think I’m able
to carry on

It’s been a long, a long
time coming

But I know a change gonna
come, oh yes it will

Passion…

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any” –Alice Walker

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Listening to (and loving) Melody Gardot’s “Worrisome Heart” – you can find the album here

Inspired by…

“In the world through which I travel, I am endlessly creating myself” -Frantz Fanon

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Took a trip to upstate New York with my husband over the past few days – I’m already missing the fresh air and green-ness of everything. A few pics to follow…

Je Ne Regrette Rien….

“Where words fail, music speaks” -Hans Christian Andersen

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