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a kiss

And often-times, to win us to our harm,

The instruments of darkess tell us truths;

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequence.

Shakespeare

the Kiss photograph by Clarence H White,1904

the Met

ever wonder where might be without Art.
the mere thought vexes.
encompassing such wonders.
without seeing something-hearing something- reading something every day that sparks imagination
where would I be?

a place I always go for inspiration-

It's About Time.

when I see something like this-

Milton Avery 1944 Lazy Day Gloucester

I go here

"The head is not more native to the heart."- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2

"A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.3

"All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2

from Purcell's Dido & Aeneas

composed 1689 and sung by Jeff Buckley in 1995

I travel across time-

... and it's about time,

I thank for that journey.

a horse of a different color

photograph by Tim Walker

Preen

"Youre hawke proynith and not pikith and she prenyth not bot whan she begynnyth at hir leggys, and fetcheth moystour like oyle at hir taill." [ "Book of St. Albans," 1486]

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William Shakespeare

Some glory in their birth,ſome in their skill , 
Some in their wealth,ſome in their bodies force, 
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill:  
Some in their Hawkes and Hounds,ſome in their Horſe.   

And euery humor hath his adiunct pleaſure,  
Wherein it findes a ioy aboue the reſt,  
But theſe perticulers are not my meaſure,  
All theſe I better in one generall beſt.  
Thy loue is bitter then high birth to me, 
Richer then wealth,prouder then garments coſt,  
Of more delight then Hawkes or Horſes bee:  
And hauing thee,of all mens pride I boaſt.  
   Wretched in this alone,that thou maiſt take,  
   All this away,and me moſt wretched make.

"to trim, to dress up," late 14c., perhaps a variation of prune (v.),  or from O.Fr. poroindre  "anoint before," and O.Fr. proignier  "round off, prune." O.E. preon  meant "to pin,"

1480–90; late Middle English prene,  variant of Middle English prunen, proynen  perhaps by association with prenen,  to stab, pierce, from the pricking action of a bird's beak in preening   

Elizabeth I hawking, 1575.from the "Booke of Faulconrie" by George Turbevile..
images within this collage are Valentino Fall 2011 from Vogue.com.

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brush up your Shakespeare

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,

I will be brief.

Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me.
You would play upon me;
you would seem to know my stops;
you would pluck out the heart of my mystery;
you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass;
and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak.
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

all quotations by the Bard.
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on topic

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation,

but not the power of speech.

George Bernard Shaw 

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't,

and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Robert Frost

For I have neither wit,

nor words,

nor worth,

action nor utterance,

nor the power of speech,

to stir men's blood.

I only speak right on.

I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

William Shakespeare

photographs from LIFE by Joe Scherschel

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remains of the day: Iris

THE TEMPEST ACT IV,SCENEI

Enter the Godess IRIS

IRIS

    Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
    Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
    Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
    And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
    Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
    Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
    To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
    Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
    Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
    And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
    Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,
    Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
    Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
    Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
    To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
    Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

    (Enter CERES)

CERES

    Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
    Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
    Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
    Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
    And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
    My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
    Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
    Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

IRIS

    A contract of true love to celebrate;
    And some donation freely to estate
    On the blest lovers.

CERES

    Tell me, heavenly bow,
    If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
    Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
    The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
    Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
    I have forsworn.

IRIS

    Of her society
    Be not afraid: I met her deity
    Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
    Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
    Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
    Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
    Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
    Mars's hot minion is returned again;
    Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
    Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
    And be a boy right out.

CERES

    High'st queen of state,
    Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

   ( Enter JUNO)

JUNO

    How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
    To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
    And honour'd in their issue.

   ( They sing: )

JUNO

    Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
    Long continuance, and increasing,
    Hourly joys be still upon you!
    Juno sings her blessings upon you.

CERES

    Earth's increase, foison plenty,
    Barns and garners never empty,
    Vines and clustering bunches growing,
    Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
    Spring come to you at the farthest
    In the very end of harvest!
    Scarcity and want shall shun you;
    Ceres' blessing so is on you.

FERDINAND

    This is a most majestic vision, and
    Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
    To think these spirits?

PROSPERO

    Spirits, which by mine art
    I have from their confines call'd to enact
    My present fancies.

FERDINAND

    Let me live here ever;
    So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
    Makes this place Paradise.

    Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment

PROSPERO

    Sweet, now, silence!
    Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
    There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
    Or else our spell is marr'd.

IRIS

    You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
    With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
    Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
    Answer your summons; Juno does command:
    Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
    A contract of true love; be not too late.

fleeting, but oh so beautiful.
the iris

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reading...dreaming

the new:

dreaming...a midsummer's night dream.

double, double TOILE & trouble

(image from Vogue)

middle English toile, from French toile (cloth), from Old French teile, from Latin tela (web), from Proto-Indo-European steg (to cover)

(from World of Interiors)

tender mercies

The quality of mercy is not
strain'd
It droppeth as the gentle rain
from heaven
Upon the place beneath; it is
twice bless'd
It blesseth him that gives and
him that takes.
will shakespeare

photograph by Sally Mann

will shakespeare

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