Thursday 24 September 2015

偽,muteness of a Chinese jar。


哥窯自縊後結晶了胭脂蜜:

Being broken by an inferior essence, a failed poem of pretense is made even more poetic than the knees of an antiquarian butterfly.


—“a violent slap of the exquisite (a melody from the New Aristocrats manifesto)


Very drawn to artist Lukas Wegwerth's series of ceramic works “Crystallisation” displayed at Maison & Objet, Paris—
“The sure, sweet cement, lime and glue of love”* oozing out of celadon crazing of yore... (*Robert Herrick, The Kiss)



All I may, if small,
Do it not display
Larger for the Totalness —
’Tis Economy

To bestow a World
And withhold a Star —
Utmost, is Munificence —
Less, tho’ larger, poor.

~Emily Dickinson, from The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime (CXIII.)





“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


“From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.”


—Edvard Munch

The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite—to tell—

~Emily Dickinson




Troisième Symphonie de Gustav Mahler
Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris (Nolwenn Daniel & Christophe Duquenne, Mélanie Hurel & Alessio Carbone)
Deuxième Mouvement: Printemps
Choréographie de John Neumeier


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