Posts tagged ‘Picture Poetry’

Apr 16

“Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.” —Isak Dinesen

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

Apr 13

“A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment.” –Indian proverb

In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection

The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.

—Hung Ko

Apr 5

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“To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.” —Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

—James Douglas

Apr 1

“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke

One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.

Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.

—Anon

Mar 29

“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.” —C. S. Lewis

Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

—Augustus Hare

Mar 23

Posts tagged ‘Picture Poetry’

“Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.” —Isak Dinesen

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

“A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment.” –Indian proverb

In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection

The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.

—Hung Ko

“To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.” —Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

—James Douglas

“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke

One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.

Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.

—Anon

“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.” —C. S. Lewis

Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

—Augustus Hare

“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.” —Pablo Picasso

Three señoritas sit in the sun, phrasing its aesthetic rays.
El Greco! Goya! Velázquez!

I hold the imitation of color to be the greatest difficulty of art.

—El Greco

Posts tagged ‘Picture Poetry’

“Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.” —Isak Dinesen

The tone of gloaming fogA horn croaks like a frogA long low silent moanA windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

“A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment.” –Indian proverb

In the preface of history Humans are made with inventionBy the grace of their deitiesThe sublime in their perfection

The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.

—Hung Ko

“To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.” —Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Curling a toe At the pace of the light Creeping up the face of the nightAs owls hoot and cocks crowCommences the first step In the art of the flaneur

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

—James Douglas

“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke

One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.

Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.

—Anon

“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.” —C. S. Lewis

Of the first heaven of heavenly fameSecond heaven was a reflectionThe creator of both the sameThe artist in heaven one

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

—Augustus Hare

“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.” —Pablo Picasso

Three señoritas sit in the sun, phrasing its aesthetic rays.El Greco! Goya! Velázquez!

I hold the imitation of color to be the greatest difficulty of art.

—El Greco

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection

Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur

Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one

Three señoritas sit in the sun, phrasing its aesthetic rays.
El Greco! Goya! Velázquez!