tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post9037233615704047369..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: of all the hearts Roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-60471834374235843022013-08-26T20:03:50.212+03:002013-08-26T20:03:50.212+03:00nimic nu este mai clar decat acea poarta deschisa ...nimic nu este mai clar decat acea poarta deschisa ,decat acel verde-si totusi,nu voi afla niciodata miscarea mainii ei,cine a deschis poarta si daca-sau ea era astfel in vise,si,dincolo de asta,este doar aceasta betie a verdelui proaspat.Miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01601854700485778610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-1634268691624023372013-08-07T23:19:58.125+03:002013-08-07T23:19:58.125+03:00exactly, that is how i felt as well! :-)
thank you...exactly, that is how i felt as well! :-)<br />thank you, dear Tanja...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-25708758272950549692013-08-07T23:19:23.192+03:002013-08-07T23:19:23.192+03:00yes, it is always a difficult battle to win when o...yes, it is always a difficult battle to win when one tries to match words and images - sometimes they should echo themselves, in gentleness, sometimes contradict themselves and play one against the other, in never resolved tension. and i don't think one can ever achieve a result which can please everybody (but that's the beauty of it :-)<br />(and it all becomes all the more difficult in film, damn! :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-27557349085552628542013-08-07T23:16:01.984+03:002013-08-07T23:16:01.984+03:00:-)
thank you!!!:-)<br /><br />thank you!!!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-24713222322747430982013-08-07T23:15:51.593+03:002013-08-07T23:15:51.593+03:00you captured, in your words, the precise tension i...you captured, in your words, the precise tension i was looking for here, in this difficult balance between the two - if i managed to achieve that, and you felt it, then i am happy with this post.<br /><br />~~~Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-40999532505136689342013-08-07T23:14:29.019+03:002013-08-07T23:14:29.019+03:00i thought so too, and then the change to the green...i thought so too, and then the change to the green abundance in the last photo seemed to me to be the fulfilled promise of the poem.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-88851859701637246132013-08-07T23:13:44.448+03:002013-08-07T23:13:44.448+03:00maybe a gate has always something to do with our p...maybe a gate has always something to do with our past, Madeleine, as a threshold to memories - though for other people, with different sensitivities, it could also be a threshold to the future? that is why i liked the play between these photos and the poem here, as it is also a tension, i feel, between memory and desire, a new time to come...<br /><br />thank you for sharing these flower images from your childhood with us here :-) lilac kisses, then! Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-10418455483311775432013-08-07T23:11:12.045+03:002013-08-07T23:11:12.045+03:00i don't think so, but maybe the author is swed...i don't think so, but maybe the author is swede. Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-34502809254182809602013-08-06T20:09:36.362+03:002013-08-06T20:09:36.362+03:00a soul-stirring expression of longing and desire
i...a soul-stirring expression of longing and desire<br />in wondrous images and words both - delight!<br />bluestormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15393432589753557993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-61876310005921210562013-08-05T00:43:55.983+03:002013-08-05T00:43:55.983+03:00Words and pictures are warring factions. They can ...Words and pictures are warring factions. They can be made to sit quietly on a divan, but they are endless schemers and, truth be told, detest one another. And the fantastic expressionism of these images (i won’t bore you, dearest, with the German expressionism found in, say, The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, as I know that German studies are not your forte) easily, in my opinion (usually an infallible matter), trumps the beauty the words (two ephemeral giants battling it out).Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-14145857514610007382013-08-04T23:52:57.383+03:002013-08-04T23:52:57.383+03:00ohhhh I love the tone of the pictures you posted w...ohhhh I love the tone of the pictures you posted with this poem. musicwithinyouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14024317988744024838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-41701939103900898022013-08-03T18:19:05.958+03:002013-08-03T18:19:05.958+03:00the poem is the too much
the photos are the acute ...the poem is the <i>too much</i><br />the photos are the<i> acute little</i> (jack gilbert)<br /><br />between them both, a rush of life))))<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-4044153470476679472013-08-03T10:40:40.161+03:002013-08-03T10:40:40.161+03:00the first image is hunting and the poem does, inde...the first image is hunting and the poem does, indeed, do justice to the image.<br />wonderful.Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-8537781096747310872013-07-31T20:47:16.254+03:002013-07-31T20:47:16.254+03:00hi my beautiful friend,very profound photos or rat...hi my beautiful friend,very profound photos or rather they lead to profound thinking.<br /><br />For me it leads to remembering childhood events. The gate reminds me of the gate at my grandmother and grandfather's house where I spent my earliest years and there was a considerable amount of foliage by the gate.a lilac tree still intoxicating for me now and ringing blue bells and pansies that I would have conversation with in the early dew covered mornings where the dewjewels also seemed like raindrops left by the fairies.and the feircest love really when I think back to this was the love of myself through which all of life would be accepted or rejected loved or hated and the cultivation of the laudanum of life,an extension.<br /><br />have a beautiful day <br />floral kisses.crederaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16038411399928825394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-30329480499799617272013-07-31T01:33:43.662+03:002013-07-31T01:33:43.662+03:00Strange. I recognize this gate, or this grille. ...Strange. I recognize this gate, or this grille. The poem is translated?Michael T Stowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883980637574300365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-12150952926539767272013-07-31T01:00:25.163+03:002013-07-31T01:00:25.163+03:00a poem which i stumbled upon when i most needed it...a poem which i stumbled upon when i most needed it, and which has accompanied me into this year, setting the tone for it, as it were...<br />i've wanted to post it for a long time, i've had the first photo but i thought i needed more - and then a summer afternoon, recently (it is winter in the first photo) made me the fitting gift for it (or so i believe!) - it was pouring rain, but i was thinking honey :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.com