

Posted in I cannot think of any., tagged Art, David, Michelangelo on June 9, 2008| 2 Comments »


Posted in Poetry is crimson, Travels with my trainers., tagged architecture, Art, old temples, poetry on May 26, 2008| 9 Comments »
I once stood for hours
Looking at the ravaged symmetry
Of the broken marble pillars
Of the Parthenon. White, tall ruins
Weathered yet proud.
Someone said:
What do you see in old stones?
.
Eternity.

Thanks, B.
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Posted in Poetry is crimson, tagged Art, poems, poetry on May 11, 2008| 1 Comment »
Our ideas feature
words paint pictures
life as art
Still life
There is nothing
more or less inspiring
than peach like hips
and a pair of breasts
Still life in a niche, Frans Snijders
Sleeping bather, Pierre Auguste Renoir