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About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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- another kind of mathematics
- it should have happened
- Solitary Tree
- No title
- (for J)
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- M
- and I sit by the stoveand try to catch time red-ha...
- somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany...
- Be quiet, Fiers
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- LOPAKHIN. Please attend carefully! Your estate is ...
- Als das Kind Kind war
- Als das Kind Kind war, erwachte es einmal in eine...
- griff im Wipfel eines Baums nach den Kirschen in e...
- eine Scheu vor jedem Fremden und hat sie immer no...
- wartete es auf den ersten Schnee,und wartet so imm...
- Pondering about Billoo's quote: what should have b...
- Towards the door we never opened
- Go, go, go, said the bird: human kindCannot bear v...
- and the dark red flowers are always for him... esp...
- In Praise of Shadows
- her hand
- We shall not even know
- trennen wollten wir uns?
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These are gorgeous...this one especially so. It looks so deserted.
ReplyDeleteyes, it was deserted, the pictures come from the same monastery-series as the floating roses, only rarely some old nun appeared, crossing the yard like a shadow from a forgotten past. maybe I'll show this also, soon.
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