Cello (via: pinterest | Pamela Carrion) 

Cello (via: pinterest | Pamela Carrion) 

The Thinker in Rodin’s studio, 1900

The Thinker in Rodin’s studio, 1900

Le sculpteur, 1950 
Robert Doisneau 

Le sculpteur, 1950 

Robert Doisneau 

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Since I don’t smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: “Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?”  Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.

~Salvador Dalí
Image: Philippe Halsman

Artemis:  Test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches. :-/  Below:  Adolphe Menjou   :D
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Since I don’t smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: “Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?”  Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.

~Salvador Dalí

Image: Philippe Halsman

Artemis:  Test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches. :-/  Below:  Adolphe Menjou   :D

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SongThe bottom of the sea has come And builded in my noiseless room The fishes’ and the mermaids’ home,Whose it is most, most hell to be Out of the heavy-hanging seaAnd in the thin, thin changeable airOr unroom sleep some other where; But play their coral violins Where waters most lock music in:The bottom of my room, the sea.Full of voiceless curtaindeepThere mermaid somnambules come sleep Where fluted half-lights show the way,And there, there lost orchestras play And down the many quarterlights come To the dim mirth of my aquadrome: The bottom of my sea, the room.

~Thomas Merton - from Crossportion’s Pastoral
Image via:  viixs.blogspot.



Song



The bottom of the sea has come 
And builded in my noiseless room 
The fishes’ and the mermaids’ home,

Whose it is most, most hell to be 
Out of the heavy-hanging sea
And in the thin, thin changeable air

Or unroom sleep some other where; 
But play their coral violins 
Where waters most lock music in:

The bottom of my room, the sea.
Full of voiceless curtaindeep
There mermaid somnambules come sleep 
Where fluted half-lights show the way,

And there, there lost orchestras play 
And down the many quarterlights come 
To the dim mirth of my aquadrome: 
The bottom of my sea, the room.



~Thomas Merton - from Crossportion’s Pastoral

Image via:  viixs.blogspot.

by yume

by yume

by yume

by yume

Sunset at Hirstshals, 1964
Otto Steinert 

Sunset at Hirstshals, 1964

Otto Steinert 

Sun of Amalfi
Otto Steinert 

Sun of Amalfi

Otto Steinert 

 We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.
 Leonard Cohen


We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.


Leonard Cohen

Above:  Zorba The Greek Movie Trailer (via: youtube | That’sAllFloks!)

Dashboard: click box below for dance scene on the beach (via: youtube | PanagiotisChristakos)

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The moon sets, the crows caw, hoar frost is in the air.

By the maples at the riverside

twinkles the light of the fishermen’s boats

as i take my troubled rest.

Outside the city of Soochow stands the Han Shan monastery

And at midnight there comes to me in my boat

the tolling of the temple bell

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~ Zhang Ji, Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Image: bigpicture.ru
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From Wiki:  ” Zhang Ji (traditional Chinese: 張繼; simplified Chinese: 张继; pinyin: Zhāng Jì; Wade–Giles : Chang Chi, also transliterated Chang Tsi, fl. 8th century), courtesy name Yisun (懿孙), was a Chinese poet born in Xiangyang, Hubei during the Tang Dynasty.

Little is known of his life; his approximate dates are 712-715 to 779; he is known to have passed the jinshi examination in 753. He rose to be a secretary in the Board of Revenue.”

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The moon sets, the crows caw, hoar frost is in the air.

By the maples at the riverside

twinkles the light of the fishermen’s boats

as i take my troubled rest.

Outside the city of Soochow stands the Han Shan monastery

And at midnight there comes to me in my boat

the tolling of the temple bell


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~ Zhang Ji, Night Mooring at Maple Bridge

Image: bigpicture.ru

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From Wiki:  ” Zhang Ji (traditional Chinese: 張繼; simplified Chinese: 张继; pinyin: Zhāng Jì; Wade–Giles : Chang Chi, also transliterated Chang Tsi, fl. 8th century), courtesy name Yisun (懿孙), was a Chinese poet born in Xiangyang, Hubei during the Tang Dynasty.

Little is known of his life; his approximate dates are 712-715 to 779; he is known to have passed the jinshi examination in 753. He rose to be a secretary in the Board of Revenue.”

Masao Yamamoto

Masao Yamamoto

Masao Yamamoto

Masao Yamamoto

Masao Yamamoto

Masao Yamamoto