tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post7360477994683563316..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: the wavesRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-55720916457486925112013-03-08T20:56:00.692+02:002013-03-08T20:56:00.692+02:00Woolf-ian waves? And the rest is silence .....Woolf-ian waves? And the rest is silence .....Ffflaneurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-60542662763631100942013-03-04T06:56:21.567+02:002013-03-04T06:56:21.567+02:00perhaps then we will destroy ourselves with our cu...perhaps then we will destroy ourselves with our curiosity and wonder. (although i have no idea what it might mean to destory ourselves, as though there were ever any other alternative.)<br /><br />is this what makes us afraid, roxana? yes, this. and everything. and nothing.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-21103225407103644492013-03-03T23:15:25.463+02:002013-03-03T23:15:25.463+02:00manu!!! where are you? please let me know :-)
lov...manu!!! where are you? please let me know :-)<br /><br />love here, as well! Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-61899038369410085442013-03-03T23:14:50.581+02:002013-03-03T23:14:50.581+02:00is this what makes us afraid? the pure sound of wa...is this what makes us afraid? the pure sound of water, beyond anything human? and yet we keep yearning for it, you too, in each of your posts... i found this bit of a letter Van Gogh wrote to his brother, and i thought of sharing it with you, here, as it evolves around the same questions:<br /><br />“I also painted a study of a seascape, nothing but a bit of sand, sea, sky, grey and lonely - sometime[s] I feel a need for that silence - where there’s nothing but the grey sea - with an occasional seabird. But otherwise, no other voice than the murmur of the waves.” <br /><br />no other voice than the murmur of the waves - this is what i wanted this post to be, as well...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-39134784607977815862013-03-03T21:49:56.032+02:002013-03-03T21:49:56.032+02:00ce frumoase versuri, multumesc!
ce frumoase versuri, multumesc!<br /><br />Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-19646842771760116462013-03-03T21:49:09.111+02:002013-03-03T21:49:09.111+02:00Francoise, thank you for visiting the Bridge... ye...Francoise, thank you for visiting the Bridge... yes, indeed they looked like melted metal in the sun, it was fascinating to look at them, i have only rarely seen reflections of light like these ones...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-19434668628282494992013-03-03T21:48:13.603+02:002013-03-03T21:48:13.603+02:00Marion, i was sure this post would speak to you :-...Marion, i was sure this post would speak to you :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-50014408222987524772013-03-03T21:47:55.582+02:002013-03-03T21:47:55.582+02:00da, se voiau a fi Valurile :-)
iti zisesem eu de ...da, se voiau a fi Valurile :-)<br /><br />iti zisesem eu de apa atunci, lucram la ele, stiam ca le vei iubi :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-6826839447005273932013-03-03T21:47:14.278+02:002013-03-03T21:47:14.278+02:00ah liebste Renée!!!
und jetzt bin ich sprachlos un...ah liebste Renée!!!<br />und jetzt bin ich sprachlos und still, da... (das wirst Du gar nicht glauben), da ich nur gestern nacht eine Hoelderlin-Romanbiographie, von Peter Härtling, zu Ende gelesen habe, kennst Du das Buch? ich weiss, Du liebst Biografien und Hoelderlin und wollte Dir das sowieso sagen, als Du Deinen Kommentar hier ploetzlich hinterlassen hast!!!<br /><br />ich laechle Dir zu und danke Dir aus dem ganzen Herzen...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-90545614216841013452013-03-03T21:41:15.760+02:002013-03-03T21:41:15.760+02:00Michael T., you must tell me more of this use of t...Michael T., you must tell me more of this use of the "vertical" time in my photos, i am puzzled, whatever it is that you detect there must be totally unconscious... i am glad you approve of my nacre choice for the last one, it has been terribly difficult to find a way to "close" a series which is indefinitely open, and also how to arrange the photos in subsets, i would love to see your alternative (i am not convinced mine is the best one, but i had to make up my mind somehow and post, so i gave up trying at some point :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-16503227516452713182013-03-03T21:37:38.823+02:002013-03-03T21:37:38.823+02:00Stickup, i bow in gratitude.
Michael T., thank ...Stickup, i bow in gratitude.<br /><br /><br /><br />Michael T., thank you for adorning the Bridge with these wonderful poems. How fitting, the Larkin-poem and Stickup's comment seem to mirror each other, and this makes me happy somehow :-)<br />(and the ending of Hughes's poem is magnificent)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-9302096016432297522013-03-03T21:34:34.122+02:002013-03-03T21:34:34.122+02:00one of my dreams is to be a fish, or at least expe...one of my dreams is to be a fish, or at least experience that, ever since i was a child! :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-66850548584142323182013-03-03T21:25:11.880+02:002013-03-03T21:25:11.880+02:00i am happy to see that you think my waves can be t...i am happy to see that you think my waves can be the bearers of hidden epiphanies even in their still form, though i must admit that yes, imagining them cinematically is more than alluring. but your comment has allowed me to crystallize an idea that had been with me for some time - now if only i could regain my energy and start working on it in practice... Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-76567380188766999352013-03-03T21:22:01.960+02:002013-03-03T21:22:01.960+02:00Tanja, i knew you would be moved by this watery se...Tanja, i knew you would be moved by this watery series (though this is not the sea, just a lake :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-39515213529599345332013-03-03T21:21:15.253+02:002013-03-03T21:21:15.253+02:00Madeleine, your so beautifully poetic comment has ...Madeleine, your so beautifully poetic comment has filled me with... rose-coloured joy! :-) if joy were coloured, but indeed i do believe it is... if only art had indeed this power of "expunging of mundane suffering", sometimes i think it has it, sometimes i find myself doubting... but i am so grateful you said this on the Bridge, and on this waves-post... for me, these waves have had a very soothing effect, and that's why i posted them now.<br />kisses back, all the way back to you :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-82268856904187532512013-03-03T21:16:04.343+02:002013-03-03T21:16:04.343+02:00thank you for your visit on the Bridge and your en...thank you for your visit on the Bridge and your enthusiasm, Xara, i am happy you like it here :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-43780776413076631222013-03-03T21:15:26.292+02:002013-03-03T21:15:26.292+02:00merci de tout coeur! oui, moi-aussi j'ai le me...merci de tout coeur! oui, moi-aussi j'ai le meme sentiment, je n'ai pas pu choisir donc j'ai fini par montrer beaucoup plus de photos que je ne l'avais prevu :-)<br /><br />Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-38550932535487553602013-03-03T21:12:48.613+02:002013-03-03T21:12:48.613+02:00thank you so much, myth, indeed, ever-changing tra...thank you so much, myth, indeed, ever-changing transformations, this is what i had been thinking myself - and such beautiful lines, and such lovely song... i am listening to it now, as i am writing... Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-5735154871715621952013-03-03T21:00:28.630+02:002013-03-03T21:00:28.630+02:00i know that you are all for obliterating any disti...i know that you are all for obliterating any distinctions, and i sometimes like this too, in my posts, but here it didn't feel right, since the waves are eternally returning, there is no "final" point with them... <br /><br />"Everything becomes and recurs eternally - escape is impossible!" (Nietzsche)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-54566686728408772522013-03-03T20:57:18.054+02:002013-03-03T20:57:18.054+02:00it's funny that you are talking about a sympho...it's funny that you are talking about a symphony, Lynne, because i had also been trying to imagine the music of these waves... Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-4858288779551915522013-03-01T06:30:18.240+02:002013-03-01T06:30:18.240+02:00the waves carry and create the dream.
a beautiful...the waves carry and create the dream.<br /><br />a beautiful dream to come back to.<br /><br />love!manunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-74162333456736856552013-02-26T21:52:39.352+02:002013-02-26T21:52:39.352+02:00Water
If I were called in
To construct a religion...Water<br />If I were called in <br />To construct a religion <br />I should make use of water. <br /><br />Going to church <br />Would entail a fording <br />To dry, different clothes; <br /><br />My litany would employ <br />Images of sousing, <br />A furious devout drench, <br /><br />And I should raise in the east <br />A glass of water <br />Where any-angled light <br />Would congregate endlessly.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br /><br /><br />How Water Began to Play<br /><br />Water wanted to live<br />It went to the sun it came weeping back<br /><br />Water wanted to live<br />It went to the trees they burned it came weeping back<br />They rotted it came weeping back<br /><br />Water wanted to live<br />It went to the flowers they crumpled it came weeping back<br /><br />It wanted to live<br />It went to the womb it met blood<br />It came weeping back<br /><br />It went to the womb it met maggot and rottenness<br />It came weeping back it wanted to die<br /><br />It went to time it came through the stone door<br />It came weeping back<br /><br />It went searching through all time and space for nothingness<br />It came weeping back it wanted to die<br /><br />Till it had no weeping left<br /><br />It lay at the bottom of all things<br />Utterly worn out utterly clear<br /><br />Ted HughesMichael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-17569727465399864222013-02-26T16:14:45.738+02:002013-02-26T16:14:45.738+02:00i don't know. i go through so much considerin...i don't know. i go through so much considering these photographs. at times i smile. at times i am filled with wonder. i see you reflected. and then after this you become swallowed by the water and i become uncomfortable. i am left only with an empty mirror. you ask so much of us. we must withstand. i am relieved for the ending. perhaps this should be a lesson - let us accept our relief.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-24705859004864626512013-02-25T19:00:23.671+02:002013-02-25T19:00:23.671+02:00L’eau, telle une peau
Que nul ne peut blesser
(Pa...L’eau, telle une peau<br />Que nul ne peut blesser<br /><br />(Paul Éluard, Les Hommes et leurs animaux)Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-72217251879117856892013-02-25T09:29:23.783+02:002013-02-25T09:29:23.783+02:00I like it. it is like some metal that melted, a se...I like it. it is like some metal that melted, a sea of it!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03389965068230707054noreply@blogger.com