View allAll Photos Tagged VisualPoetry
From a visit at Aarhus Art Museum (ARoS) in Aarhus, Denmark - February 10, 2019.
This is from the exhibition MOVE! with the interactive installation "Distance" by the Danish artist Jeppe Hein.
i stood across the narrow alley. their embrace was quiet, unshifting. behind them, the window framed another world: couples sitting face to face, yet barely touching. wine on the table, cutlery in motion, no hands held. the glass divided more than space.
by Peggy Lefler.
[Toronto], Fascist Panties Press, [25 april 1998]. 5o copies numbered in green marker rear.
9 x 12-1/2 ivory zephyr antique laid broadsheet printed black photocopy recto/green marker holograph verso, both over found yellow offset.
2 separate works:
i) " if, "
ii) " THE BREATH YOU SAVE " [incorporates parts of Lefler's "GS?"]
___________________________
• [an overrun of the inside covers to Fascist Panties 7 issued separately]
My dear heart, since I have known myself, all my life,
day and night without sleep and without resting,
you have been beating in me and for us.
Although you are not to blame for my actions,
you have never let me down and have always accompanied me.
Even though you were injured several times,
you didn't stop beating.
My dear heart I promise you that all your efforts will not be in vain
and I am more than happy that we exist because without you I would not exist.
If something of me is left and present today,
you alone are the reason for it!
Thank you my heart, i love you. 💖
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Nothing needs to be proven.
The strength is there,
contained,
unspoken.
Held without effort.
Part of the series Reflections Without Mirrors
In life, victory is sweet, but it’s not the only gift. Every step, whether a win or a stumble, holds a lesson. When things don’t go as planned, don’t be disheartened.
For every setback is a whisper of wisdom, teaching patience, resilience, and growth, True success doesn't mean never failing, every time you fall, you become stronger and wiser, haven't you noticed that?
⁛ Even in defeat, there is always hope, always something gained.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Hands resting in silence. They do not act, they do not take, they do not release. They hold time. A suspended presence where nothing happens, yet everything exists.
At first I wanted to conquer life, but it defeated me. Then I tried to explore life, but I got lost in its infinity. In the end, I felt that life should be carefully divided, but it eluded me. Then finally, hesitantly and awkwardly, I tried to love life.
⁛ Then embrace me with overwhelming joy
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
From a family Easter vacation at Skagen, Denmark - April 19, 2019.
Here we are on a morning walk near the old sand-covered church.
Raindrops trace her cheek,
River hums a gentle tune,
Stillness holds her close.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Newport - Oregon - USA
__________________
~~~~~ Look at the other 5 photos of this topic
__________________________
Uploaded on March 27 , 2020
__________________________________
***** Thank you very much for your view, comment and fave.
I invite you to visit all my photo- gallery. Thanks
Was heading out for the super moon and came back with quite a nice arrangement of wild marguerites, illuminated by the silver moonlight.
November 2025 | Niefern-Öschelbronn
© Maximilian Engelsberger
Thanks for your interest! Feel free to have a look on the other images of my portfolio as well.
Consider this photograph hanging on your wall? Contact me with your needed size to get advice regarding highquality photopaper, canvas and frame.
Please like, comment and share this photograph to support my work.
Become a follower as well to see my latest releases:
www.instagram.com/max_engelsberger/
The Vale of Pewsey
The vale is an extent of lower-lying ground separating the chalk downs of Salisbury Plain to the south from the Marlborough Downs to the north.
Archival print on etching paper available from my store:
There are places you don’t simply pass through—
you pass through them within yourself.
I’ve been coming back here my whole life.
Since I was fifteen, holding a first camera I didn’t yet know how to listen to.
And still, something was already happening.
Forty years have passed, and this place has never been the same.
Not once.
Not a single image repeating itself.
It’s not the land that changes,
it’s the gaze that transforms.
Water holds time,
paths divide it,
flowers suspend it for a moment.
And I keep returning,
not to find again,
but to see what, this time, will remain.
Ci sono luoghi che non si attraversano: si attraversano dentro.
Torno qui da una vita.
Da quando avevo quindici anni e tra le mani una prima macchina fotografica che non sapevo ancora ascoltare.
Eppure già allora qualcosa accadeva.
Sono passati quarant’anni, e questo posto non è mai stato lo stesso.
Non una volta.
Non uno scatto uguale all’altro.
Non è la terra che cambia,
è lo sguardo che si trasforma.
L’acqua trattiene il tempo,
i sentieri lo dividono,
i fiori lo sospendono per un istante.
E io continuo a tornare,
non per ritrovare,
ma per vedere cosa, questa volta, resterà.
From a week-long vacation in a rented house in the north-western part of Zealand, Denmark - July 12, 2019.
Abstract geometry of industrial forms emerging from deep shadow. A single shaft of light highlights the strict, repeating rhythm of metal gears against the chaotic, organic curves of coiled rubber tubes, creating a dense cinematic composition.
The lily I hold is not a decorative symbol: it is a lack. It is the purity I can no longer find in life, and that I try to recreate in this image. Looking at the sky with the lily in my hand becomes a necessary, almost desperate act, to remind myself that purity exists, even if the world has betrayed it.”
A delicate moment captured through a rain-specked window. A colorful pinwheel spins slowly, bringing a sense of movement and change, while the village houses in the background blur softly, creating a dreamy, reflective atmosphere. The rain and the turning pinwheel evoke a gentle shift in the air, a subtle reminder of transformation and renewal.
Do you know what I don't understand about you?
the head turned questioningly to the heart,
The heart looked up lovingly and answered:
That's your problem dear head, you always try to understand everything.
The head was undeterred and continued: You have experienced so much pain in the past and yet you never stop loving.
There will always be people who will hurt and disappoint you in the future, doesn't that scare you at all?
The heart answered quietly but firmly:
I never live in the past or a possible future like you
>I beat my pulse here and now<
Yesterday doesn't bother me anymore because I feel at home in the present, built with love and hope.
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
There are evenings when the sky feels too heavy for its own vastness.
The light lingers, weary,
in the windows of houses
as if it had forgotten
what it once meant to burn.
Even the wind seems to move things
without purpose.
Sometimes, melancholy is not a storm
it is dust, settling quietly on everything
on voices, on laughter,
on the small hopes of the day.
And yet, somewhere
between hope and doubt,
there lies a faint, unnoticed glow
one that keeps a tired heart beating,
as if it knows something
we have not yet come to understand.
⁛ And even in silence, something gently stays alive.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.