John cage in a landscape (1948)


John cage in a landscape (1948)



Monday, January 18, 2016

We are ...


Art : Milt Kobayashi



"We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy.
We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless.
It just depends on the day."

 
-  Brad Meltzer




love
nada

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Oh how beautiful ...


"Enfants dans la neige" (1959)
 Unosuke Gamou



No work to do now
 While a large file is loading.
 The snow falls softly.



love,
nada

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Loving this photo



Loving this photo and the beautiful woman. The quote is so understanding of human struggles. This all gives the feeling of peace and hope.



“Half of life is lost in charming others. The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others. Leave this play, you have played enough.”

~ Rumi

Monday, January 11, 2016

David Bowie - Blackstar



David Bowie has died of cancer, aged 69.




David Bowie, Photograph: Leonhard Foeger/Reuters



His latest album, Blackstar, was released last week to coincide with his 69th birthday, and had received widespread critical acclaim.






Blackstar was the first Bowie album not to feature a picture of him on the cover: instead, a stylised black star heralded a darker work. On re-examination, there is much in Blackstar to suggest Bowie was saying goodbye, particularly the track Lazarus and the video for the title track, which opens with the image of a dead spaceman.




“The truth is of course that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.”

―  David Bowie



Sunday, January 10, 2016

Now


 

Everything is connected, each word, each leaf.
Each poem, drawn and held together by the thread of our own experience,
and the longing of our own Soul to follow the vine back to its root.


~ John Millar


and now

Taro






From the album "An Awesome Wave." Footage is from the beautiful 1988 film "Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation."



Lyrics:


Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance -- very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy,
foe, him five yards from his leg, From you Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not -- le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing,
re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!


Tuesday, January 5, 2016