Be Nice: Photo Set Five; Alex Lederman and The Flower Pillow
“some moments are nice, some are
nicer, some are even worth
writing
about.”
― Charles Bukowski, War All the Way
Tag: nudes
Duplication
Photographer Unknown, (A Random Duplication)
“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
―
Matthew Camp
Photographer Unknown, Matthew Camp Posing
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On Deck
William Gass: “Taste As I Devour”
Photographer Unknown, (Black Boots and Shirt)
“As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour”
–William Gass
The White Space
The Forest Wanderer
Suspension
Photographer Unknown, (Suspension)
Jack Kerouac: “Like the Fabulous Roman Candles”
Photographer Unknown, Leather and Metal
“[…]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Red Patterns
Photographer Unknown, Title Unknown, (Red Patterns)
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Zamyatin Yevgeny: “A Man is Like a Novel”
Photographers Unknown, A Man is Like a Novel
A man is like a novel; until the very last page you don’t know how it will end. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be worth reading.
― Zamyatin Yevgeny, We
Touching Green
Photographer Unknown, (Touching Green), Crumbled Photograph from Brazil
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
―
Annie Proulx: “Nothing Was Left But What He Held In His Hands”
Twelve Faces to Remember
“He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.”
–Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain
Mehmet Murat Íldan: “The Valleys and the Hills”
Photographers Unknown, The Valleys and the Hills
“Knowing only the valleys is half wisdom; knowing only the hills is half wisdom; for full wisdom, know both the valleys and the hills! Walk down and walk up!”
― Mehmet Murat Íldan
A Question in the Air
Photographer Unknown, (A Question in the Air)
“Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.”
―
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