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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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lovely morning indeed in that blue shady room of yours
ReplyDeleteElles sont magnifiques ces photos !!!!! Vraiment très belles....
ReplyDeletethis is the poetry of shades and angles. Very good :) As usual contains enough sorrow to make it a fuller experience.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment--I get a unique experience from that last poem since I was in an altered state when writing. It's almost like reading someone else's work, it's refreshing.
ffflaneur: remembering your shadows...
ReplyDeletekahlan: merci de tout coeur!
bryan: I like this, "poetry of shades and angles" :-) and I think this is a fascinating field of study, the "altered states" in the creative process. of course there is the big question: how does the act of creating itself induce an "altered state", one in which the artist is still himself/herself and yet a different being alltogether?