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How many songs never sung,
poems never written,
pictures never painted,
risks never taken,
bridges never crossed,
romantic words never spoken...
locked inside a lonely heart
the prison of another’s making...
are left unexpressed
because somebody
shamed us, abandoned us,
or perhaps silenced us
with a cruel word,
a thoughtless deed,
and said or just implied
we were not good enough,
and tragically
we believed them—
let this be the moment
we choose to believe them
no more...and sing, sing, sing.
Tenderpixel presents
Things That Tumble Twice
Olivier Castel, Ian Law, Florian Roithmayr
@Tenderpixel gallery
PV Saturday, 28 March, 7 to 9pm
Reversed opening hours, 29 March to 6 May 2015
Saturday to Wednesday, from 2 to 6pm
Taking place in both gallery spaces, the exhibition Things That Tumble Twice looks at the sphere of duality. It recalls ideas of juxtaposition, complementarity and interrelated parts (i.e. matter and its absence, light and darkness, signifier and significant, thesis and antithesis, animate and inanimate objects, 0 s and 1s, yin and yang). On the other hand, and at the same time, the exhibition in its entirety is informed by the principle of multiplicity as becoming and unity— as something that cannot be described as the sum of its parts or qualities but simply as an irreducible whole (i.e. complex systems, hermeneutic circle, organicism, life, a cloud).
The works in the exhibition change, mutate, perish; they look for each other over space and time, subtly, inhabiting and influencing the perception of the gallery ambients. In other words, the pieces in Things That Tumble Twice articulate the possibilities between a hypothesis of infinite divisibility— or the absence of a continuum, and a concept of substance which is intended instead as multiplicity, and where essence is replaced by event. In this context, will meaning be created through reduction to minimal terms, sets and oppositions, or does it instead consist in the process of interconnectivity, the tension between more parts of an entity? The works float in and out from all these different statuses, yet intertwining fields, becoming ‘something that shows itself to the senses and something other than itself to the mind'*.
* — Augustine, ‘Signum est quod se ipsum sensui et praeter se aliquid animo ostendit’; De dial., 1975
Quotes
‘The content of this class shall be bodies, animate and inanimate ... Sometimes it even seems to me that this phenomenal configuration can be nothing but diminished by demanding that it engage in actions and motions that will alter its basic shape. Alas we must do more in the world than stand and be admired, but not too much more, and probably much less than we are accustomed to thinking we must do.’
— Yvonne Rainer, Lecture on Moving from Three Distributions, Aspen n.8, 1970-1
‘What I am proposing here is that man’s general way of thinking of the totality, i.e. his general world view, is crucial for overall order of the human mind itself. If he thinks of the totality as constituted of independent fragments, then that is how his mind will tend to operate, but if he can include everything coherently and harmoniously in an overall whole that is undivided, unbroken, and without a border (for every border is a division or break) then his mind will tend to move in a similar way, and from this will flow an orderly action within the whole.’
— David Bohm, Wholeness and the Implicate Order, 1980
‘What I mean by 'thought’ is the whole thing — thought, 'felt', the body, the whole society sharing thoughts — it's all one process. It is essential for me not to break that up, because it's all one process; somebody else's thought becomes my thought, and vice versa. Therefore it would be wrong and misleading to break it up into my thought, your thought, my feelings, these feelings, those feelings. I would say that thought makes what is often called in modern language a system. A system means a set of connected things or parts. But the way people commonly use the word nowadays it means something all of whose parts are mutually interdependent — not only for their mutual action, but for their meaning and for their existence.’
— David Bohm, Thought as a System, 1992
‘Becoming is being, multiplicity is unity, chance is necessity.’
— Deleuze, Gilles. Nietzsche et la philosophie, 1962
‘While tacit knowledge can be possessed by itself, explicit knowledge must rely on being tacitly understood and applied. Hence all knowledge is either tacit or rooted in tacit knowledge. A wholly explicit knowledge is unthinkable.’
— Michael Polanyi, The Logic of Tacit Inference, 1966
‘Representation fails to capture the affirmed world of difference.’
— Deleuze, Gilles. Différence et répétition, 1968
‘Univocal being is at one and the same time nomadic distribution and crowned anarchy.’
— Deleuze, Gilles. Différence et répétition, 1968
‘Suppose we received from another planet a message made up of pure facts, facts of such clarity as to be merely obvious: we wouldn't pay attention, we would hardly even notice; only a message containing something unexpressed, something doubtful and partially indecipherable, would break through the threshold of our consciousness and demand to be received and interpreted.’
― Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics, 1965
‘I've been in love for five hundred million years…’
― Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics, 1965
Bios
Olivier Castel (b. 1982, Paris FR) lives and works in London. Recent solo exhibitions were Des distances dans lâme, Artium, Vitoria-Gasteiz SP (2015); Once Across the Bridge, Phantoms Came to Meet Them, Andor, London; Fountain, Ibid, London (both 2014); The Back of an Image, Rowing, London; Imaginary Lives / Eight Hearts, Concrete Café, Hayward Gallery, London (both 2013); and Vive l’Amour, Schneeeule, Berlin DE (2012). Group shows and projects include M/Other Tongue, Tenderpixel, London; Golden Age Problems, Auto Italia, London; Insomnia, Kunsthalle Wien, Vienna AT (all 2014); Spieltrieb, Ibid, London (both 2013); Rock My Religion, Das Weisse Haus, Vienna AT; Memory Marathon, Serpentine Gallery, London; A Trusted Friend, Carlos/Ishikawa, London; Sweets in Jars, Ausstellungsraum Klingental, Basel CH (all 2012); In the Belly of the Whale (Act III), Montehermoso, Vitoria-Gasteiz SP (2011); Surreal House: Fun House, Barbican Centre, London and No Soul for Sale, Auto Italia, Form Content and Tate Modern, London (all 2010).
Ian Law (b. 1984, UK) lives and works in London. Solo shows include Laura Bartlett Gallery, London (2014); New Works, VI, VII, Oslo NO; Make Sure, Rodeo, Istanbul TR (both 2012); Co-, Laura Bartlett Gallery, London; Add A Description, Galeria Plan B, Berlin DE; Is Many, Supplement, London (all 2011) and Complete Work, Cairn, Fife History of Art, (curated by Mihnea Mircan), The David Roberts Art Foundation, London (2010). Recent group exhibitions were Painful Zombies Quickly Watch a Jinxed Graveyard, with Richard Sides and Lorenzo Senni, Cripta747, Torino IT; Da Da Da, Peles Empire, London (both 2014); Provisional Information, (organised by Occasionals), Camberwell Space, London; Burn These Eyes Captain, and Throw Them in the Sea!!, RODEO, Istanbul TR (both 2013); All That Shines Ain’t No Gold, Rodeo, Istanbul TR; A House Of Leaves, The David Roberts Art Foundation, London and A Very, Very Long Cat, Wallspace, New York US (all 2012).
Florian Roithmayr (b. 1976, Rosenheim DE), lives and works in London. Recent solo exhibitions were Service, MOTINTERNATIONAL, Brussels BE (2015); Matter of Engagement, Site Gallery, Sheffield UK (2014), Grand Magasin - A project with Nat Breitenstein, French Riviera, London; BURG with Alexander Heim, Laure Genillard Gallery, London; Assault, THE SCHTIP, Sheffield UK (all 2013); MOTINTERNATIONAL, London and Galerie Neue Alte Brucke, Frankfurt DE (2012). Group exhibitions include Annuals of the 25th Century and The Influence of Furniture on Love, Wysing Arts Centre, Cambridgeshire UK; ...and the stage darkens (or this voice is a big whale), Laure Genillard Gallery, London (both 2014); The Y, Rowing Projects, London; O Chair O Flesh, Treignac Project, Treignac FR; £5.34, Carl Freedman, London (all 2013); Solid On Our Source Planet, Wysing Arts Centre, Cambridgeshire UK (2012) and Fifteen, S1 Artspace, Sheffield, UK (2011).
i just found out from theresa that joyce's husband josh died last week after recently being diagnosed with lung cancer. i am completely horrified -- i actually just can't imagine how i'd feel if i were her.
joyce was my best friend throughout high school, & i mean best, best friend. we graduated in 1996 & i still miss her. i never thought that we would ever not be friends, but obviously i didn't really understand the concept of growing apart back when i was seventeen.
i always have had a best friend -- my whole life, there has been that one girl who knew all my stories, spoke my language, talked me down from my crazy, hooked me on her interests, & made me a better person. joyce wasn't the first, & she wasn't the last, but i miss her friendship just like i miss caroline's or anna's, b/c without that other half, a big part of who i am remains unexpressed, or maybe even inexpressible.
joyce & josh were married four years ago almost exactly, but i remember when she first met him at princeton. i remember her talking to me on the phone about this older grad student she sat next to at a lecture, & i remember being highly suspicious of his motives -- she was maybe nineteen or twenty at the time, & what did i know about age differences anyway? they were together a long time, eleven or twelve years, & i think the fact that this happened is bullshit & sucky & if i could take away the shittiness of her last couple of months, god, i'd do it for her in a heartbeat. i don't think we've even talked since her wedding -- i felt awkward, & it was clear we had little in common at that point -- but after how much i loved her & what we were to each other, damn fucking straight i would siphon this shit away from her in a hot second.
in this picture was taken when we were in tenth grade -- joyce was a month away from turning sixteen, & i was a few months shy of fifteen myself. our friend mira (in the bottom righthand corner) was turning sixteen; this was her birthday party. i think this is probably my favorite picture ever of me & joyce, b/c it is so us & so perfect, & whenever i think of her, i think of this picture & every other moment like it.
In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch
All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak "How could you believe that the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached
And a heart that beat
And lips that smiled
And eyes that cried
Could ever die?"
*unexpressed
sometimes I think my heart might burst
like a balloon inside my chest
with all the love that's waiting here
unexpressed
fingers that ache to intertwine
warmest of chords but missing tune
where is the laugh to echo mine
send it soon
the words my lips would form
the circle these two arms could make, safe and warm
someone could be safe and warm
but maybe the love we yearn to give
could find a release some other way
colouring how we choose to live every day
the kindness we can share
the comfort these two arms might lend in despair
someone's always in despair
still, i'm longing to meet that pair of eyes
dark as the night or endless blue
shining a light i'll recognize
something clear, something true
somethins that seems to be
something i haven't seen
since you.
The niece transitioning to another Christmas outfit. Although I captured her without smiling or crying, she and mommy (my sister) were actually laughing.
At this moment, her unexpressed expression and her left arm positioning displays a very serious mood, but her bow is so adorable :).
The dawn patrol has their lines in the water early--and little brass bells dangle from the poles, signaling every tug on the bait with a ding-a-ling.
Seems like a great day--the perfect way to pass your retirement. Me--I'm not 'retired', "I"m in my prime." The "marine salvage consultant" business has been keeping me busy. In fact, I still haven't bought my 2011 fishing license, which is a big mistake. Even if I don't use the thing until late in the year, there's no point in paying for 365 days but the paper only lives in your wallet for four months. What a waste. A right unexerccised is still a right, right?
Like free expression, unexpressed. The concealed weapon worn as a decorative lapel pin. Privacy triumphed on my Facebook page. I may not be fishing (yet), but I'm a card-carrying angler! Hell, I may even win the lottery for a cougar tag!
I had a dream last night that I was finally in Texas with Michele, watching the fish swim back in forth in tanks in front of me. One got so afraid of me that it swelled up to the size of the tank, and couldn't move. The dream before that was that I found my roommate's dead body in my closet at home.
To see a puffer fish in your dream signifies suppressed or unexpressed anger. You are holding something in that is on the verge of erupting at any moment.
To see a corpse in your dream represents an aspect of yourself that has died. Or it may mean that you are unexpressive. You have shut yourself down and are dead inside.
I can't believe it took a dream dictionary for me to realize that I'm angry. But I am.
1-24-2016
CYRANO DE BERGERAC (1923)
A Fox Theatre Film Series Screening
Russ Peck, organ
An early filmed edition of Edmond Rostand’s classic tale of sword-fighting and unexpressed love. This 1923 version of the familiar French story (the nasally over-endowed poet, soldier and duelist Cyrano de Bergerac, his beloved Roxanne, her would-be lover Christian) features frame-by-frame Pathéchrome (Pathé Stencil Color), a true labor-intensive rarity of the Silent Era and a treat for the eye!
Day 335. 28/05/2011
There are words unspoken, emotions unexpressed, and characteristics hidden.
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Went out for photos in the afternoon, but the highlight of the day had to be the evening treat where we celebrate a friend's birthday that was in January:P. We dressed up as characters from the 70s! Lets see I might put a picture up sometime soon.We stayed up all night chatting. Good times!
"Is Santa real?
How about the garbage man?"
Years ago our friend's son was with us for Christmas..We introduced him to the Santa.The next morning he woke up at our house with gifts stuffed in a pair of stockings below his pillow.He was all smiles..A few days later he called to say that there was no Santa and that his parents had told him so.Something about this made me sad.Today I came across this article and thought that this was what I exactly felt 15 years ago about breaking of this wonderful myth.Its true that sometimes our own unexpressed thoughts comes back to us with an "alienated majesty" I like to believe in Santa.:-) I believe in magic.
Merry Christmas to all my friends.
online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703344704574610002...
Many a time i felt in life that i dont have words to explain what i feel exactly in mind. Many feelings go unexpressed due to the lack of words. Sometimes when good and bad things just rush into life, we dont have anything to do other than to pray. Many a time we spoil worrying about what others do think about us. We fail to express ourself..
Now i have stopped worrying about what the world think about me and decided to be in the way i am.
Streetforma 2017
NEDJELJA 14.5. PREDSTAVE:
20h-21.15h
POGON JEDINSTVO
1. The Other By Rowdy / UK
2. The Unexpressed Hiro's - Journey / SLO
Autori: Gašper Kunšek, Žigan Kranjčan, Nejc Osovnikar
3.Vesna Grandes Theatre - The Road / HR
Koreograf: Vesna Grandes, Asisteniti : Simun Stankov, Anto Petričević
Plešu: Nina Begović, Petra Krušelj, Anita Jakirčević, Ante Gluščević, Martina Jovanović, Korina Klakučer
It was fun but I kept looking in the shadows for Rod Serling, cigarette in hand. Photo credit--John Hyer.
There is a wide variety of preferences and sexual pleasure types it is said that there are as many different and various sexualities as there are people. Even a person's sexuality can change through time over a week even. Therefore we cannot formulate the definition of sexual fantasies, only we can talk about a particular number of common ones.
Some say that for some people sexual fantasies are an adulthood manifestation of childhood's unexpressed and unfulfilled desires.
Have you ever been in these situations as same as the picture above?
Next chapter: tomorrow Read full article, high-quality pics, NO watermarks;https://kamasutra.one/Flickr-P
This is an updated version of my idea of an "emotion clock," based on psychologist Robert Plutchik's wheel of emotions. As in the initial version, the hour hand depicts an externally expressed emotion (what you show) and the minute hand depicts an internally unexpressed one (what you feel inside).
"Let the waters swarm with living creatures."--Bible, Genesis, the fifth day of creation
"The fifth day of the creation represents the process evolving. "Waters" refers to the unexpressed capacities of the mind--your potentialities. The living creatures are the dynamic thoughts in the mind. "Swarming" indicates the suppportive activity of Mind, the creative proliferation of multitudes of thoughts and ideas...Waters can also be a metaphor for energy...Everything is energy moving at different frequencies, and that energy always gets synchronized with a frequency of like kind...This is the swarming process."--Eric Butterworth, "The Creative Life"
creative impulse
sometimes an idea
a seed
acts like a magnet
holding a thought may attract other like ideas
people unknowingly may gift you what you need
sparks upon sparks
synergy
grace
Pauper’s Cookbook by Jocasta Innes from Abe Books came from the UK. I had no idea Innes, author of several decor titles, was known there for this cook book and its frugal recipes.
The $2.00 a Day: Living on Almost Nothing in America is a shocker to read and I never heard anything about it before I ran across it also on Abe’s website. “Families in extreme poverty” are mentioned in reviews as being well documented. A small book with a big impact.
Also, I live next door to a couple who rent. They have lived there for six years. Good neighbors. I mention them because she is a waitress at Waffle House, and he does construction work, which can be seasonal. His health is also deteriorating. Yet with their limited funds, HE manages to cook great meals which they are in the habit of sharing with me......such kind generous folks, who have little but have taken me to their hearts. I am humbled by their generosity and neighborliness. It seems Her mama's maiden name was Hogan, so she now alludes to me as "Ma Hogan"......which strangely enough I've taken a liking to! And when some possession from my large store of cast off items, or from the home we sold in Massachusetts, happen to fit an unexpressed need for them, then by all means, they are welcome to possess it. So far, my unused deteriorating outdoor metal furniture has made the trip next door to their yard. She has such a lovely outdoor dining area now, under the shade of trees on our shared property line., separated only by a wooden privacy fence. After all good fences make good neighbors. And so does kindness.
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there's a something in this breast,
To which thy light words bring no rest,
And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Give me thy hand, and hush awhile,
And turn those limpid eyes on mine, 10
And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul.
Alas! is even love too weak
To unlock the heart, and let it speak?
Are even lovers powerless to reveal
To one another what indeed they feel?
I knew the mass of men conceal'd
Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd
They would by other men be met
With blank indifference, or with blame reproved;
I knew they lived and moved 20
Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest
Of men, and alien to themselves--and yet
The same heart beats in every human breast!
But we, my love!--doth a like spell benumb
Our hearts, our voices?--must we too be dumb?
Ah! well for us, if even we,
Even for a moment, can get free
Our heart, and have our lips unchain'd;
For that which seals them hath been deep-ordain'd!
Fate, which foresaw 30
How frivolous a baby man would be--
By what distractions he would be possess'd,
How he would pour himself in every strife,
And well-nigh change his own identity--
That it might keep from his capricious play
His genuine self, and force him to obey
Even in his own despite his being's law,
Bade through the deep recesses of our breast
The unregarded river of our life
Pursue with indiscernible flow its way; 40
And that we should not see
The buried stream, and seem to be
Eddying at large in blind uncertainty,
Though driving on with it eternally.
But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course; 50
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us--to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.
And many a man in his own breast then delves,
But deep enough, alas! none ever mines.
And we have been on many thousand lines,
And we have shown, on each, spirit and power;
But hardly have we, for one little hour,
Been on our own line, have we been ourselves-- 60
Hardly had skill to utter one of all
The nameless feelings that course through our breast,
But they course on for ever unexpress'd.
And long we try in vain to speak and act
Our hidden self, and what we say and do
Is eloquent, is well--but 'tis not true!
And then we will no more be rack'd
With inward striving, and demand
Of all the thousand nothings of the hour
Their stupefying power; 70
Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call!
Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn,
From the soul's subterranean depth upborne
As from an infinitely distant land,
Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey
A melancholy into all our day.
Only--but this is rare--
When a beloved hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours, 80
Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,
When our world-deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
A man becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze. 90
And there arrives a lull in the hot race
Wherein he doth for ever chase
That flying and elusive shadow, rest.
An air of coolness plays upon his face,
And an unwonted calm pervades his breast.
And then he thinks he knows
The hills where his life rose,
And the sea where it goes.
Love the environment poster/print on a bag
Love (as meaning into the environment) - Love is active. You can create it. Just focus on the good nature surrounded us from every side. The natural beauty seen every day is the essence of our existence and part of life. Feeling so warmly toward the entire environment, how can we deepen our love for it? The way God created the biosphere, actions affect our feelings most. Likewise, the best way to feel loving is to be loving ― and that means giving as save the environment. While most people believe love leads to giving, the truth is exactly the opposite: Giving leads to love. True giving is other-oriented, and requires three elements. The first is care, demonstrating active concern for the recipient's life and growth. Care as looking and maintenance of the natural environment in the best possible condition. The second is responsibility, responding to its expressed and unexpressed needs. The Earth Mother gives lots of signs how bad is treated for instance volcanoes, acid rain, earthquakes etc. The third is respect, "the ability to see the nature as it is, to be aware of its unique individuality," and, consequently, wanting that environment to "grow and unfold as it is."
Letters “O and V”– “O” is the perfect shape to shows it as the planet and “V” the heart. Planet Earth is the most perfect place to host the life. Thanks for water, energy, time, nature, recycling and other factors researchers have trotted out for why life succeeded on Earth include how little variation there is in our sun's radiation compared with more volatile stars, or how our planet has a magnetic field that protects us from any storms of charged particles from the sun. The heart is a life and love. Also an emblem of truth, the heart is also the focus of Roman Catholic worship as a symbol of the Lord's love. As a graphic representation of an inverted triangle, this symbolizes a vessel in which love is poured or carried. God created the Earth for us to enjoy life in the happiness and peace. Just as the heart pumps blood to human veins so the planet produces life. Without this organ as the source of life existence couldn't exist.
The word Love as the most important meaning should include those pictures. These images show the viewer what really counts in our lives.
The style – modern cartoon style usage refers to a typically non-realistic or semi-realistic drawing or painting intended for satire, caricature, or humour, or to the artistic style of such works. It may be used as a print of promotional the t-shirt or in a bag.
Source:
www.aish.com/d/w/48952241.html www.ouramazingplanet.com/3652-why-earth-perfect-for-life....
www.whats-your-sign.com/heart-symbol-meaning.html en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartoon
“A father’s tears and fears are unseen, his love is unexpressed, but his care and protection remains as a pillar of strength throughout our lives.”
― Ama H. Vanniarachchy www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/fathers-and-daughters
- my Dad (1927-1991) photographed by my Mom on a trip in Gotland, Sweden - some time end 1940's maybe
*mee mumbaikar is a marathi slogan the language of our state Maharashtra that I am proud to be from mumbai ,,,,
What your shitless heart can’t do
He can
Mee Mumbaikar
Spiderman
Stunt by a stunted man
Hanging in mid air this Tarzan
Puny also a strong man
Sanjay Hadkar is not around
The photo taking picture news man
A photo blogger is not a pressman
Word Press ..
Unexpressed
deleted destiny
A blog that ran
Hardliners hard lines wrong hang man
Aah a love that was once Suzanne
Buzznet a Blog Goddess
the best of forgotten Shia Thug
forgotten India man
Memory cut short human span
Pictures on the consciousness
Of your camera upload
Your soul does scan.
Unlearning photography
Photographerno1
Fucked Nikon SLR D70
Made in Japan
Sometimes we let affection, go unspoken,
Sometimes we let our love go unexpressed,
Sometimes we can't find words to tell our feelings,
Especially towards those we love the best.
1-24-2016
CYRANO DE BERGERAC (1923)
A Fox Theatre Film Series Screening
Russ Peck, organ
An early filmed edition of Edmond Rostand’s classic tale of sword-fighting and unexpressed love. This 1923 version of the familiar French story (the nasally over-endowed poet, soldier and duelist Cyrano de Bergerac, his beloved Roxanne, her would-be lover Christian) features frame-by-frame Pathéchrome (Pathé Stencil Color), a true labor-intensive rarity of the Silent Era and a treat for the eye!
Siamo anche gli attimi che abbiamo perso. Siamo le finestre lasciate chiuse. Siamo gli sguardi a cui abbiamo rinunciato. Siamo le cose date per scontate. Siamo i sentimenti inespressi, le sensazioni che abbiamo coperto con la timidezza e la vergogna, il perdono che abbiamo negato e rifiutato. Siamo l'altra vita, quella che non abbiamo mai vissuto.
//
We are also the moments that we have lost. We are the windows left closed. We are the looks that we gave up. We are the things that we take for granted. We are the unexpressed feelings, the sensations that we have covered with shyness and shame, the forgiveness that we have denied and rejected. We are the other life, the one that we have never lived.
//
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#walkingirpinia
#latergram
#poesia #poetry #lightsandshadows #darkness #autumn #hills #hill #abovethehill #minimal #minimalism #minimalist #lessismore #treeporn #trees #treelovers #naturelovers #nature #naturephotography #clearsky #bluesky #sunsetting #nightfall #paesaggiirpini #irpinia #ig_avellino #ig_campania
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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
~James Montgomery
*extra prayers too for everyone who needs them.
1-24-2016
CYRANO DE BERGERAC (1923)
A Fox Theatre Film Series Screening
Russ Peck, organ
An early filmed edition of Edmond Rostand’s classic tale of sword-fighting and unexpressed love. This 1923 version of the familiar French story (the nasally over-endowed poet, soldier and duelist Cyrano de Bergerac, his beloved Roxanne, her would-be lover Christian) features frame-by-frame Pathéchrome (Pathé Stencil Color), a true labor-intensive rarity of the Silent Era and a treat for the eye!
"The Unfinished World Of Cherry Manga and Artistide Despres". (Picture 10)
A grandiose new Artwork.
The complete series of pictures you find in my album "DEPRESSION": Follow this link
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Pose: Del May
The "Somewhere in sl" picture series (or "The Adventures of WuWai in Second Life") is my guide and bookmark folder to wonderful, artful, curious or in other way remarkably sims of second life with travel guide WuWai Chun.
More pictures of WuWai's adventures: (Follow this link)
All pictures are rawcaps.
I believe that dream symbols appear in your subconscious to reflect every unexpressed emotion, every suppressed memory, every secret desire and every repressed fantasy that you've ever had, until you are compelled to face them in your waking life...
Dreams are mirrors, reflective of our subconscious desires, unexpressed fears and unspoken fantasies.
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Frozen Water Collection
This is a simple, classic necklace that is extremely elegant. This necklace is inspired by the winter sunset glowing on a frozen pond, and the colour scheme (pink/silver) is very feminine and delicate. I created this stunning necklace for the woman who loves soft pink.
Incredible rose quartz nuggets scattered around the necklace are the main focal beads. Between each nugget, a tiny silver round is nestled between two sparkling faceted round vintage rose swarovski crystals, which are separated from the rose quartz nuggets by silver disc spacers. Silver twist links add an element of surprise, and create three groupings of the rose quartz nuggets.
I finished this necklace with handmade sterling silver Byzantine chainmaille to add a unique texture, and a silver spiral toggle clasp. All stones are genuine and all silver is .925 sterling silver. Approximately 17-3/8" in length.
An original, one of a kind creation.
*** This necklace is also part of a set, so be sure to check out the matching pieces for sale in my shop as well. ***
Rose Quartz is the stone of unconditional love. Drawing love toward you, it can restore trust and harmony while releasing unexpressed emotions. It is a powerful healer of the heart.
I am a Reiki practitioner and I channel this universal energy into every piece I make so that it is full of unconditional love and cleansed of any negative energy.
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Dan walks the garden in Brookville with Dad.
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“Becoming a person of the plants is not a learning process, it is a remembering process. Somewhere in our ancestral line, there was someone that lived deeply connected to the Earth, the Elements, the Sun, Moon and Stars. That ancestor lives inside our DNA, dormant, unexpressed, waiting to be remembered and brought back to life to show us the true nature of our indigenous soul.”
~Sajah Popham
[The Heirloom Gardener - John Forti]
The Art of Dancing: A Symphony of Movement and Expression
Introduction:
Dancing is a universal language that transcends barriers and communicates emotions, stories, and culture through the rhythmic interplay of body, mind, and soul. It is an ancient art form that has evolved over centuries, leaving an indelible mark on human expression and communication. The art of dancing goes beyond mere physical movement; it is a profound form of self-expression, cultural celebration, and a means of connecting with others on a profound level.
Historical Perspective:
The history of dance is as diverse as the cultures that have embraced it. From the ritualistic dances of ancient civilizations to the refined court dances of the Renaissance, and the energetic and expressive dances of various folk traditions, dancing has always been an integral part of human culture. In every era and society, dance has played a role in celebrating, mourning, expressing love, and communicating the stories of the people.
Forms and Styles:
Dance manifests in a multitude of forms and styles, each with its unique vocabulary, techniques, and cultural significance. Classical ballet, with its graceful and precise movements, has captivated audiences for centuries, while contemporary dance pushes boundaries, blending various styles and challenging traditional norms. Folk dances, on the other hand, offer a glimpse into the rich tapestry of cultural diversity, embodying the spirit and traditions of communities worldwide.
Physical and Emotional Benefits:
Beyond its artistic and cultural significance, the art of dancing offers numerous physical and emotional benefits. Engaging in dance improves cardiovascular health, enhances flexibility, and builds strength. Additionally, the act of dancing releases endorphins, promoting a sense of joy, reducing stress, and boosting overall well-being. The connection between mind and body in dance fosters self-awareness and mindfulness, creating a holistic approach to personal development.
Self-Expression and Creativity:
Dancing is a powerful form of self-expression, allowing individuals to communicate their emotions, experiences, and innermost thoughts without uttering a single word. Whether it's the fiery passion of a tango, the graceful storytelling of a ballet, or the spontaneous joy of a street dance, each movement conveys a unique narrative. Through dance, individuals tap into their creativity, unlocking a reservoir of emotions that might otherwise remain unexpressed.
Cultural Celebration and Identity:
Dance serves as a vibrant expression of cultural identity, preserving traditions and reflecting the values of a community. Traditional dances are passed down through generations, embodying the history, rituals, and collective memory of a people. In multicultural societies, dance becomes a beautiful tapestry that weaves together various traditions, fostering understanding and appreciation for diversity.
Conclusion:
The art of dancing is a dynamic and multifaceted expression of the human experience. It is a celebration of life, an exploration of identity, and a means of connecting with others across time and space. As we continue to evolve, the art of dancing will undoubtedly adapt and transform, yet its fundamental essence – the ability to convey emotion, tell stories, and celebrate the beauty of movement – will forever endure as a testament to the enduring power of this captivating art form.
You will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.
You get old and you realize there are no real answers, just stories