Love & Prays

Can you see?

2009-01-30T09:46:00.000-08:00

Smokin from Shootin - My Morning Jacket
(image: Jon McNaught)

Bees

2008-12-15T12:13:00.000-08:00

Antony & the Johnsons - Another World

2008-12-04T19:34:00.000-08:00

The Middle East - Blood

Easter Day

2008-11-23T13:32:00.000-08:00

Photo: Napoleon Sarony

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:

The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'

"Adorable Things"

2008-11-20T19:46:00.000-08:00

Scott Campbell is doing some wonderfully imaginative watercolor pieces - fantastic little worlds.

Just a few more days

2008-11-20T09:48:00.000-08:00

Breathe Owl Breathe - Playing Dead
from 2008's Ghost Glacier (buy)

2008-11-15T17:51:00.000-08:00

the Kidd

2008-11-14T10:15:00.000-08:00

Chip Kidd: poignant, appropriate, humble.

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Lanscapes

2008-11-07T12:43:00.000-08:00

Danish artist Levi van Veluw is doing some really interesting self-portrait work - check it out here.
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"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward."

2008-10-12T12:54:00.000-07:00

W.B. Yeats - Adam's Curse

We sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, "A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world."

And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, "To be born woman is to know--
Although they do not talk of it at school--
That we must labour to be beautiful."

I said, "It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
Precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough."

We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

Beginning

2008-10-10T17:27:00.000-07:00