tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30377542024-03-13T14:40:19.899-07:00un regard obliqueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4952125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-18603069870037577752015-04-07T16:53:00.001-07:002015-04-07T16:53:19.719-07:00Happy Birthday April yesterday I thought was the 5th but no so this is late but I always think about you around now,
always.
Happy Birthday!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-44489899839261369252014-06-15T18:20:00.002-07:002014-06-15T18:20:24.206-07:00sexy prostheticUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-35705828574856948052014-06-01T17:18:00.000-07:002014-06-01T17:18:02.187-07:00Cellist Beatrice Harrison in her garden in Oxted England in 1920's
with nightingalesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-9294761698292990362014-05-23T20:39:00.000-07:002014-05-23T20:39:00.796-07:00Jasper de Beijer at dark silence in suburbia
"With frenetic color and texture, a frisson of the real and media-influenced, and constant hints at the fabricated nature of De Beijer’s images, the photographer never quite allows a specific point in the continuum between the real and the imagined for the viewer to land."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-26004075101391793622014-05-07T10:50:00.001-07:002014-05-07T10:50:06.876-07:00the Leon Spinks of the literary worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-69986451436851123412014-05-06T20:37:00.000-07:002014-05-06T20:37:24.556-07:00the captain of a huckleberry party Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2680736562217856712014-04-08T22:42:00.001-07:002014-04-08T22:42:42.542-07:00Wild systems Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-33010614074220013562014-04-06T21:46:00.001-07:002014-04-06T21:46:09.935-07:00Happy Birthday April
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-16055354984348244562014-03-30T22:26:00.005-07:002014-03-30T22:26:51.615-07:00Pushing back the lake
We found something more
Like a song
In a word
Like the heartbreak of birds
And there, beneath the sand
Looking like the rain...Future IslandsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-15929940489983063912014-03-12T21:20:00.001-07:002014-03-12T21:20:22.343-07:00Dreams of Exile
What to say of the dramas? The interested reader can take comfort from the fact that a biographer feels a duty to read them: no one else should. They are perhaps the least Stevensonian of the works to which Louis's name is attached, and he produced some notably bad work on occasion.
Ian Bell's biography of Robert Louis Stevenson
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5573838536843541322014-03-07T23:05:00.004-08:002014-03-07T23:05:32.337-08:00
Fergusson's maist obvious influence wis on Robert Burns, that threapit tae be duin wi musardie till he cam ower Fergusson's wark, an cried him:
"...my elder brother in misfortune, by far my elder brother in the Muse."
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-415715238531810582014-03-07T23:01:00.001-08:002014-03-07T23:01:01.082-08:00Syne bairnheid, Fergusson haed dree'd ill-heal (jaloused tae be ane o the heidmaist reasons why he didna gang til the Ryal Hie Schuil till a year efter maist fowk his eild), an it wis aften merkit bi chiels that saw him that he leukit gey pale an frail. Aither in or juist afore the stairt o 1774, it became clear that Fergusson wis dreein some kynd o the depression, his ordinar blytheness wis ganeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1284391172988951182014-03-04T16:51:00.002-08:002014-03-04T16:51:48.073-08:00Remedios Varo
at Janus HeadUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-68751758043548358682014-03-03T22:12:00.002-08:002014-03-03T22:12:50.705-08:00The White Currants
Emily Small at
Copacetic ComicsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-44778558146603576162014-03-03T19:38:00.002-08:002014-03-03T19:38:21.266-08:00The Book of Small
Emily Carr
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The title you have selected (The Book of Small) is a post-1922 publication by an author who died more than 50 years ago. Such titles are in the public domain in many countries, particularly those outside the US and Europe. However, this title most likely remains copyrighted under United States law, where works copyrighted in 1923 or later can remain under copyright Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-46359575898849987622014-03-03T18:47:00.000-08:002014-03-03T18:47:15.421-08:00Old People's Pow Wow Platform, Alert Bay
Emily Carr
via BC Archives via BC Heritage
via wood s lotUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-37931931029778726492014-03-02T16:26:00.002-08:002014-03-02T16:26:58.788-08:00
The March
Till Gerhard
at Stellan Holmes
at Galleri KUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-44267985818129038412014-03-02T16:08:00.000-08:002014-03-02T16:08:07.467-08:00Obama Train
Nina Berman
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-19661608157718002092014-03-01T19:37:00.003-08:002014-03-01T19:37:38.808-08:00Phoebe Legere is out of this worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-24967039134717339992014-03-01T19:15:00.001-08:002014-03-01T19:15:35.893-08:00Rejecting Stereotypes, Photographing ‘Real’ Indians
Matika Wilbur at Lens (NYTimes photo blog)
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Wilbur's personal site has her photography, which is good and worthwhile, but the site radiates the tech behind it, intrusively.
The design scheme is so streamlined there's no captions, for one thing.
The designer's personality is the dominant presence, so that the site is about that person first, andUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-12394915895487618002014-02-28T16:09:00.003-08:002014-02-28T16:09:54.686-08:00The Splinter Groups of Breakfast
Albert Goldbarth
Kenyon ReviewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-87544047780959376692014-02-26T10:24:00.002-08:002014-02-26T10:24:15.828-08:00When All This Is Over
Macdara Woods
via 3QD
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-83471281196367095452014-02-25T15:19:00.002-08:002014-02-25T15:19:42.367-08:00
Out of Gas
Thomas Jorion
via GuardianUK
via Infocult
via the photographically steadily-improving wood s lotUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-12360391182203819502014-02-23T19:47:00.003-08:002014-02-23T19:47:46.055-08:00
When a person has grown old and has done his all, it is his task peacefully to make friends with death. He does not need other people. He knows them and has seen enough of them. What he needs is peace. It is not seemly to seek out such a person, to talk to him, to torment him with your chatter. At the gateway to his home the proper thing is to pass by, as if nobody lived there.
Hermann Hesse (Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6180925197875160252014-02-23T10:56:00.000-08:002014-02-23T10:56:29.236-08:00The Elk River upstream of Freedom Industry's tanks. Image courtesy of the authorUnknownnoreply@blogger.com