ode to color
by bsfeeling inspired by Emil Nolde’s watercolors recently..
(and saddened by the net’s inability to do color justice!)
Sea With Yellow Sun (1941-46)
back to the source
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next to silence
by bsBetween sounds of music there are gaps of silence. The authentic music consists not of sounds, but of the gaps. Sounds come and go; those gaps remain. And music can make you more aware of those gaps than anything else; hence I have to say that music comes next to silence.
Osho
(tanks Geno)
by bs“But first you will see the wilderness and give it your own meaning,” he said
“The wilderness will precede your heart
and then again the wilderness will follow it
Know this above all:
whatever you salvage under lightning
will remain pure eternally”
Odysseas Elytis, The Axion Esti
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Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretch’d in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
The Chambered Nautilus, Oliver Wendell Holmes
roadside stickshop
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