Nature - B&W  

Nara Simhan  HERE

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nihongogogo:

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ずるい zurui sly, sneaky, cunning

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猫ガンダム neko gandamu Neko Gundam

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肉球nikukyuu paw pads

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ぴょんぴょん pyon pyon hop, skip (onomatopoeia)

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不自然 fushizen unnatural

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撫でる naderu to pat

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戦かう tatakau wage a war; to fight or battle

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Artemis:   >^..^<     LOL

Arthur Rimbaud Documentary  (via: youtube |  MU51CB0X)

Slide show of images from the life and travels of poet Arthur Rimbaud. Images of 19th century Charleville, Paris, the Commune, France, London, Belgium and many photographs of Aden and Harar taken by Rimbaud himself. Infamous manuscripts in Rimbaud’s handwriting; biographical drawings by Delahaye and friends. Poetry read by Joan Baez has been grafted onto music to help create an impression of the places, faces and scenes which Rimbaud knew and would recognize.



A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing.

One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up.

I armed myself against justice.

I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure’s been turned over to you!

I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.

I called for executioners so that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called for plagues to choke me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played tricks on insanity.

And Spring brought me the frightening laugh of the idiot.

So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the finalsquawk! it dawned on me to look again for the key to that ancient party where I might find my appetite once more.

Charity is that key.—This inspiration proves I was dreaming!

“You’ll always be a hyena etc&#8230; ,&#8221; yells the devil, who’d crowned me with such pretty poppies. “Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!”

Ah! I’ve been through too much:-But, sweet Satan, I beg of you, a less blazing eye! and while waiting for the new little cowardly gestures yet to come, since you like an absence of descriptive or didactic skills in a writer, let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned.






Arthur Rimbaud, Prologue:  A Season in Hell
Translated by Bertrand Mathieu
Image:  Auguste Rodin, The Gates of Hell,  via: jovdhengel on pinterest

 All before he was 19.

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing.

One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up.

I armed myself against justice.

I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure’s been turned over to you!

I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.

I called for executioners so that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called for plagues to choke me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played tricks on insanity.

And Spring brought me the frightening laugh of the idiot.

So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the finalsquawk! it dawned on me to look again for the key to that ancient party where I might find my appetite once more.

Charity is that key.—This inspiration proves I was dreaming!

“You’ll always be a hyena etc… ,” yells the devil, who’d crowned me with such pretty poppies. “Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!”

Ah! I’ve been through too much:-But, sweet Satan, I beg of you, a less blazing eye! and while waiting for the new little cowardly gestures yet to come, since you like an absence of descriptive or didactic skills in a writer, let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned.


Arthur Rimbaud, Prologue:  A Season in Hell

Translated by Bertrand Mathieu

Image:  Auguste Rodin, The Gates of Hell,  via: jovdhengel on pinterest



All before he was 19.


杨善深 Yang Shan Shen (Chinese, 1913-2004)

杨善深 Yang Shan Shen (Chinese, 1913-2004)

Dancers. Ballet Errante,1933
Ilse Bing

Dancers. Ballet Errante,1933

Ilse Bing

Interior with Potted Plant on Card Table, 1910-11,  Malmö Konstmuseum
Vilhelm Hammershøi
See archive for more Vilhelm Hammershøi HERE

Interior with Potted Plant on Card Table, 1910-11,  Malmö Konstmuseum

Vilhelm Hammershøi

See archive for more Vilhelm Hammershøi HERE

The Buildings of the Asiatic Company, seen from St. Annæ Street, 1902
Vilhelm Hammershøi
See Archive for more Vilhelm Hammershøi HERE

The Buildings of the Asiatic Company, seen from St. Annæ Street, 1902

Vilhelm Hammershøi

See Archive for more Vilhelm Hammershøi HERE

Details of a Bouquet I
FeliDae84 on deviantart

Details of a Bouquet I

FeliDae84 on deviantart

Otagaki Rengetsu and Issō  (potter’s seal)'Night storm' tea bowl [chawan] 19th century glazed stoneware, incised calligraphy 7.0 x 11.6&#160;cmPrivate collection, St Louis, National Gallery of Australia


Night storm – its ravages extinguishinginto snow.On waking, I light kindlingat Shigaraki village. 
(trans. Sayumi Takahashi)

Otagaki Rengetsu and Issō  (potter’s seal)
'Night storm' tea bowl [chawan] 19th century 
glazed stoneware, incised calligraphy 
7.0 x 11.6 cm
Private collection, St Louis, National Gallery of Australia

Night storm –
its ravages extinguishing
into snow.
On waking, I light kindling
at Shigaraki village. 

(trans. Sayumi Takahashi)

Bowl with Arabic Inscription
10th Century Central Asia, Hermitage Museum  

Bowl with Arabic Inscription

10th Century 
Central Asia, Hermitage Museum  

Alphabet calligraphie hébreu 
Michel D&#8217;anastasio  HERE

Alphabet calligraphie hébreu 

Michel D’anastasio  HERE

The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.
“
Yasutani Roshi

Noir

Hengki Koentjoro  HERE


Mindfulness

Hengki Koentjoro  HERE