Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Sunday Six: Actually ... Caesar's Numinous Nine*




Fig. 1. Coming Undone



Fig. 2. Precious



Fig. 3. Roundabout



Fig. 4. Ebb Tide



Fig. 5. Monday's Child



Fig. 6. Metatron



Fig. 7. Blessed



Fig. 8. Distant Thunder



Fig. 9. Wallflowers


'One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.'

Oscar Wilde


Your Ears Will Orgasm #57: Animental - Animal Collective Mix - (Mix) (MixPod Player)





* Ray Caesar's Website

Saturday, March 14, 2009

In My Dreams, I Am Looped In The Loops Of Her Hair*




Fig. 1. Robert Doisneau - Square du Vert-Galant, 1950


'Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.'

Jeanne Moreau


* Brown Penny (W. B. Yeats):
Brown Penny

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

Addendum: From Anonymous (thanks!).

'La tragédie du grand âge, ce n'est pas que l'on est vieux, mais que l'on est jeune.' ('The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.')

Oscar Wilde (Le Portrait de Dorian Gray)

Monday, March 2, 2009

A Book Is Paper Infected With The Virus Of Language




Fig. 1. Andreas Gursky - Bibliotek, 1999


'It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.'

Oscar Wilde

Monday, February 9, 2009

Stairways To Heaven Are Always One Person Wide




Fig. 1. Jan Matejko - The Astronomer Copernicus, 1872


'We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.'

Oscar Wilde