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{pier one imports} wonderful sofa table lamps. these are a bit more traditional but again mixing of styles is what makes this room so wonderfully transitional.
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said, "Regard that woman
Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin."
The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Half-past two,
The street lamp said,
"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
So the hand of a child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars."
The lamp said,
"Four o'clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,
Mount.
The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
The last twist of the knife.
-- T. S. Eliot
Place: Łazienki Park, Warsaw, Poland.
(Polish: Park Łazienkowski or Łazienki Królewskie, literally "Baths Park" or "Royal Baths"; often rendered "Royal Baths Park") is the largest park in Warsaw, Poland, occupying 76 hectares of the city center.
Pentax DA 50 mm f/1.8
for madswisscow...
Hey Gabriela, remember "those days" ;) ...on my second day in NYC you took me down to Manhattan, to your working place where I made this one... well, as today is/was your last working day there, I thought this would be a good kind of "farewell-thingy"... have a good day... and all, really all the best for your new work.... I mean it !!!!
Got this beautiful antique from our sister-in-law Sharon's mother. It comes with 3 of this and we hung up 2. The 3rd one is now for sale by auction. Hahaha..
Table lamp I finished about 5 years ago. Made from an old french horn, some found walnut for the base and an old shade I had sitting around. Looks good in my music room.
I made a bunch of lamps with the pretty much the same shaped base. Basically an experiment to figure out what type of wood and finish I like best. I've been calling them Puck Lamps.
Made out of oak and finished with tung oil.
Rutherglen Bridge, Glasgow
Another shot from rutherglen bridge. I did have to do a bit of editing on this shot as the day I took it was quite dull, coloursless and cloudy - not 100% happy but there's only so much time you can spend before improvement plateaus...
மண்ணெண்ணெய் விளக்கு -hurricane lamp
A kerosene lamp is a type of lighting device that uses kerosene as a fuel. Invented by the Polish pharmacist Ignacy Łukasiewicz in 1853.
Used for several decades for domestic lighting till electric lamps replaced it.Compared with other oil lamps, they were safe, efficient, and simple to operate. The kerosene fed the wick by capillary action alone. An adjustment knob, the only mechanism needed, controlled the lamp’s brightness by raising or lowering the wick to vary the size of the flame.