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IMG_9059: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 20 March 2018
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The Wire-drawing Mill: Albrecht Dürer, c. 1489 (Staatliche Museum, Berlin)
IMG_9059: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 20 March 2018
IMG_9059: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 20 March 2018
IMG_9059: photo by noppadol maitreechit, 20 March 2018
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Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
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Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
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Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
_DSC2060 [Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 1 June 2016
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DSCF0762 [Jardin des Plantes, Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 2 March 2012
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DSCF0762 [Jardin des Plantes, Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 2 March 2012
_DSC01238 [Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 21 December 2013
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_MG_1445 | Autoportrait - Self-Portrait [Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 16 July 2010
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Richland Park 143: photo by Jewel House 10
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Richland Park 144: photo by Jewel House 10TC: Weight, fromJunkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from the Life of John Keats (1994)
_MG_1445 | Autoportrait - Self-Portrait [Paris]: photo by Pierre Wayser, 16 July 2010
Weight (Keats, Winchester, Late Summer 1819)
Richland Park 143: photo by Jewel House 10
After another fine sharp temperate night
It is a warm morning. This is part of the world.
It is a warm morning. This is part of the world.
Summer light and dust blow yellow
Filmed clouds into the air. The brown stubble
Fields feel warm, give off a red excited
Glow like irritated raspberry marks
On fair skin, with its soft white weight,
As the doleful choir of gnats still wails,
And the maiden at the manor window shakes
The sheets out, or is it her fine light hair
That flows or is flung from the storybook casement,
That causes me to stop to catch my breath?
Filmed clouds into the air. The brown stubble
Fields feel warm, give off a red excited
Glow like irritated raspberry marks
On fair skin, with its soft white weight,
As the doleful choir of gnats still wails,
And the maiden at the manor window shakes
The sheets out, or is it her fine light hair
That flows or is flung from the storybook casement,
That causes me to stop to catch my breath?
Richland Park 144: photo by Jewel House 10
Acrobats [Iserlohn, Germany]: photo by Michael May, 20 March 2018
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IMG_7626s [St Petersburg]: photo by Ilya Shtutsa. 3 March 2018
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Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
Untitled [Dhaka]: photo by pratyay, 20 March 2018
Franz Kafka: The Next Village
The Wire-drawing Mill: Albrecht Dürer, c. 1489 (Staatliche Museum, Berlin)
My grandfather used to say: "Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that -- not to mention accidents -- even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey."
Mein Großvater pflegte zu sagen: „Das Leben ist erstaunlich kurz. Jetzt in der Erinnerung drängt es sich mir so zusammen, daß ich zum Beispiel kaum begreife, wie ein junger Mensch sich entschließen kann ins nächste Dorf zu reiten, ohne zu fürchten, daß — von unglücklichen Zufällen ganz abgesehen — schon die Zeit des gewöhnlichen, glücklich ablaufenden Lebens für einen solchen Ritt bei weitem nicht hinreicht.“
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The Return of the Herd (November): Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1565 (Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna)
Mein Großvater pflegte zu sagen: „Das Leben ist erstaunlich kurz. Jetzt in der Erinnerung drängt es sich mir so zusammen, daß ich zum Beispiel kaum begreife, wie ein junger Mensch sich entschließen kann ins nächste Dorf zu reiten, ohne zu fürchten, daß — von unglücklichen Zufällen ganz abgesehen — schon die Zeit des gewöhnlichen, glücklich ablaufenden Lebens für einen solchen Ritt bei weitem nicht hinreicht.“
The Return of the Herd (November): Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1565 (Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna)
Franz Kafka (1883-1924): The Next Village (Das nächste Dorf), from Ein Landzart, 1919, translated by Willa and Edwin Muir in The Penal Colony: Stories and Short Pieces, 1948