that prism?

inside

the sun is out

but...

out of me, for alas,

when it warms me 

and i see it,

its no longer,

inside me

ombre

Quel enthousiasme d'une ombre pour un fantôme

P. Valery

Glazunoviana

The man with the red hat  And the polar bear, is he here too?  The window giving on shade,  Is that here too?  And all the little helps,  My initials in the sky,  The hay of an arctic summer night?  The bear Drops dead in sight of the window. Lovely tribes have just moved to the north. In the flickering evening the martins grow denser. Rivers of wings surround us and vast tribulation.  John Ashbery

melancholic solid

reflection

“hold,” in Hamlet’s words, “a mirror up to nature.”

 

prison

Stone walls and chains do not make a prison 

Houdini

my blue is your blue?

maybe the grey cloud

Gni in

Quotations are useful in periods of ignorance or obscurantist beliefs

Guy Debord

on the Divan

Fear

stating the obvious

theory

by neglect

a syllable nearer silence

Absence of Depth

walls

Then to the left he turned. Leaving the walls, 

he headed toward the center by a path 

that strikes into a vale, whose stench arose, 

disgusting us as high up as we were. 

Dante- Canto X The Inferno

dance

but if a living dance upon dead minds

why,it is love;but at the earliest spear

of sun perfectly should disappear

moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one

name control more incredible splendor than

our merely universe, love's also there:

and being here imprisoned,tortured here

love everywhere exploding maims and blinds

(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep

cannot be photographed,measured;disdains

the trivial labelling of punctual brains...

-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?

from only Whom shall time no refuge keep

though all the weird worlds must be opened? 

ee cummings