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"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships."
-Charles Simic
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the soul of the first one to rise in the morning, perhaps? Photography is a black art like alchemy. It turns matter into spirit and spirit into matter. Still, there are moments when looking at a photograph of a night sky we have a hunch what the word soul means, what the word infinity encompasses.
Charles Simic
HBM! HMM! Serious gun legislation now!
firey skipper? on coneflower, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
Porto, Ribeira.
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O lugar
Eles conversavam sobre a guerra
Sentados a uma mesa ainda por levantar.
Do outro lado da rua, a primeira janela
Da noite já estava iluminada.
Ele estava sentado, curvado, imóvel,
o velho medo acometendo-o...
Escureceu. Ela levantou-se para levar o prato -
Agora desagradavelmente branco - para a cozinha.
Lá fora nos campos, nos bosques
Um pássaro falava por provérbios,
Um Papa saía ao encontro de Átila,
A fossa estava pronta para o seu pelotão.
Charles Simic
PREVISÃO DE TEMPO
PARA UTOPIA E ARREDORES
selecção e tradução de
José Alberto Oliveira
Assírio & Alvim
La intimidad de dos personas que escuchan juntas la música que aman. No hay unión más perfecta.
Charles Simic – El monstruo ama su laberinto
-Imagen tomada en la Judería de Córdoba
« Quand viendra la fin, ne va pas à la poussière va aux étoiles ! » de Antun Branko Simic
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"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships." ~ Charles Simic
Mi piaceva quel mio piccolo buco
con la finestra che dava su un muro di mattoni.
Nella stanza vicina c'era un piano.
Un vecchio storpio veniva a suonare
My Blue Heaven
due tre sere al mese.
In genere, però, era tranquillo.
Ogni camera con il suo ragno dal soprabito pesante
che cattura la mosca nella rete
fatta di fumo e cerimonie.
Era così buio laggiù
che non riuscivo a vedermi nello specchio del lavabo.
Di sopra, alle 5 del mattino, scalpiccìo di piedi nudi.
Lo « Zingaro » che legge la fortuna
(ha il negozio all'angolo)
va a pisciare dopo una notte d'amore.
Una volta, persino il singhiozzo di un bambino.
Era così vicino che per un attimo
pensai di singhiozzare io.
Charles Simic
…It was only the sea sounding weary
After so many lifetimes
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere
And never getting anywhere.…
from “Late September”
- by Charles Simic
“If you were a prison that didn’t have a single prisoner wouldn’t you yearn for one ?” said the cage to the blue sky as it lay on the railroad track expecting Eurostar to come its way instead of a local rattler full of caged chickens and boxes of fresh eggs. (Simic)
“Quand viendra la fin, ne va pas à la poussière va aux étoiles !”
Antun Branko Simic
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This antique perfume bottle is 3.8cm (1.5") at the widest point in the body (not in this photo). The neck is 3.8cm (1.5") long. The glass bauble sitting atop the cork stopper is smaller than a green pea; the glass dipper is visible inside the bottle.
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"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships." Charles Simic, poet (b. 9 May 1938)
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Taken for the Macro Mondays theme: In a bottle
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....There was something
Long before there were words:
The evening meal of sheperds...
A fleeting whiteness among the trees...
Eternity eavesdropping on time....
---Charles Simic
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.”
-Charles Simic
Location: Sunset at Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships."
~ Charles Simic
-Charles Simic
Here is some yellow for Friday! Happy Friday!
An archive I never posted. It was an outtake for the macro Monday theme "yellow".
Evening Walk by Charles Simic
You give the appearance of listening
To my thoughts, O trees,
Bent over the road I am walking
On a late summer evening
When every one of you is a steep staircase
The night is slowly descending.
This was walk number 78 of 100 for 100 x: The 2018 Edition.
by Micheal Deguy
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite
equal the experience behind them.
~ Charles Simic
The Lighthouse
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships."
Charles Simic
with Canon 5D Mark III + Canon 16-35F4ISL (Canon Portugal)
with MiopsTrigger and X-Rite Color
@Petit Minou Lighthouse, Brest, France
Duarte Sol Photography
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Evening Walk by Charles Simic
You give the appearance of listening
To my thoughts, O trees,
Bent over the road I am walking
On a late summer evening
When every one of you is a steep staircase
The night is slowly descending.
The high leaves like my mother’s lips
Forever trembling, unable to decide,
For there’s a bit of wind,
And it’s like hearing voices,
Or a mouth full of muffled laughter,
A huge dark mouth we can all fit in
Suddenly covered by a hand.
Everything quiet. Light
Of some other evening strolling ahead,
Long-ago evening of silk dresses,
Bare feet, hair unpinned and falling.
Happy heart, what heavy steps you take
As you follow after them in the shadows.
The sky at the road’s end cloudless and blue.
The night birds like children
Who won’t come to dinner.
Lost children in the darkening woods.
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill---
just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star charts
On the inner walls.
----Charles Simic
A stretched DB9 with a weird looking butt..yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
But it's SO elegant...love it!
In New York, seven violations have been issued last month to an unkempt birdcage seen begging around town for birds. (The True Adventures of Franz Kafka’s Cage, Charles Simic)
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Thread through her eye:
Two secret thoughts
A hair dipped in the ink of a spider
The silence of certain color.
Stitch then that hole
Yawning toothless
From the back of my hanging shirt.
You'll hear the sound
Of nails growing
On sleeping men.
3
Do you keep losing your needles?
Tie in a handkerchief
A little salt, a little smoke,
It's time that you go looking for them.
When your little finger gets lost
In a forest, so that those
Who come later find only its ring
With thorns growing from the gold,
Know that you are near.
Close your eyes then.
If the needles open their doors,
They'll blind you.
4
Whenever a needle gets lost
She makes a perfect circle.
Her small eye becomes even smaller.
The match lit for her dies
In a noose of smoke. Every thread in the world
Turns black.
-- Charles Simic (b. 1938). Needle (excerpt).
Essential Pleasures/ A New Anthology of Poems to Read Aloud.
Robert Pinsky, editor. 2009.
The Light Between the Oceans
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships." Charles Simic
On a very personal note I can say that it was one of the most fantastic places I visited in Scotland ... there at the end of the land, resisting the elements, the abandoned lighthouse fights everything and everyone ... With a surreal wheather so typical of this beautifull country we, in a space of 10 minutes, caught rain, hail, sun and so much wind that almost lifted us in the air ... this place has everything ...
The Niest Point Lighthouse is situated in the West Coast of Skye in the area known as ‘Durinish and is one of the most famous lighthouses in Scotland and can be found in the Isle of Skye.
From the very start at the carpark there are impressive views of the surrounding cliffs, but the lighthouse itself is certainly worth a walk back along the cliff to observe t it up close...in the way you can see sheep grazing by the path...
Once again my FLM CP30-L3 Pro tripod revealed the reason of being an essential and absolutely fantastic equipment! With mind blowing winds its stability is something short of phenomenal! You guys at FLM really outdone yourselves, thanks Markus Bürklin!
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Canon 5D Mark III + Canon 16-35
F18, ISO 50 and 25" exposure
With With V5 Pro Holder + Nisi CPL + IR ND 64 + Soft Nano GND1,2
With FLM Tripod CP30-L3 Pro + FLM Tripod Head CB-43FTR
@ Niest Point, Isle of Skye, Scotland
Duarte Sol Photography
Created for We're here visiting Buttons
"Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket"
Charles Simic
ODT: Poetry
"Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor comes to yell at you,
You're crazier than the weather, Charlie. "
(Against Winter by Charles Simic)
Early this morning I took this from inside our garage! Yes, we have colored glass in the windows there!
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.” ~ Charles Simic ~
“This genie can't be pushed back into the bottle.” ~ David N. Leff ~
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
by Charles Simic
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships."
- Charles Simic
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships." - Charles Simic
And what did you, dear Madame, expect the cage to look like after fifty years of searching for a bird? Waiting for years by the side of some road to hitch a ride, sleeping under bridges, drowning one’s disappointment in dives from Hong Kong to San Francisco, meeting jewel thieves, burglars, bank robbers, fortune-tellers and listening to their advice without ever enticing one damn bird. (Simic)
A Szent György templom Zomborban egy 1717-ben felújított templom helyén épült 1759-ben, miután szabad királyi városi rangot kapott. Az egyhajós templom a barokk jegyeit viseli magán, neoklasszikus és rokokó elemekkel kombinálva. Belsejét 1866-ban jelentősen renoválták és új ikonosztázát Pavle Simić festette.
Polaroid 450 Land Camera
672 film
There is a menace in the air
Of tragedies in the making.
- from "Late September" by Charles Simic
Clouds of almost human appearance
Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely
With the air so mild and the sea untroubled.
From Clouds Gathering by Charles Simic (1938 - )
A Szent György templom Zomborban egy 1717-ben felújított templom helyén épült 1759-ben, miután szabad királyi városi rangot kapott. Az egyhajós templom a barokk jegyeit viseli magán, neoklasszikus és rokokó elemekkel kombinálva. Belsejét 1866-ban jelentősen renoválták és új ikonosztázát Pavle Simić festette.
A Szent György templom Zomborban egy 1717-ben felújított templom helyén épült 1759-ben, miután szabad királyi városi rangot kapott. Az egyhajós templom a barokk jegyeit viseli magán, neoklasszikus és rokokó elemekkel kombinálva. Belsejét 1866-ban jelentősen renoválták és új ikonosztázát Pavle Simić festette.
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships."
— Charles Simic
Another unposted shot from the archives, this time Split Point Lighthouse on Victoria's Surf Coast in July 2010
* Pentax K20D and Pentax SMC DA 18-55mm Lens - 3 shot HDR