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Intoniranjem državne himne te čitanjem imena 51 poginulog i smrtno stradalog hrvatskog branitelja koje je pročitao Krešimir Šimić, sin poginulog hrvatskog branitelja počelo je 1. svibnja 2020. u Okučanima obilježavanje jubilarne 25. obljetnice vojno-redarstvene operacije Bljesak | Foto: MORH / T. Brandt
Once upon a time there's a man
Who thought he could find a world in a can
He look'd for it so many time
That stars and lights stopped their shine
So this happened to that poor old man
Photo license courtesy of simic_73
This is shot from the top of the Simics trail overlooking the Inco smokestack, a landmark Sudbury is well known for.
"Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships." -- Charles Simic
Laura Simic, Vice President for Development
The "Spirit of Jesuit Education" Sculpture Dedication. The sculpture was crafted by Mr. Littleton Alston, a Professor in the Department of Fine and Performing Arts and commissioned by Mr. Mark H. Rauenhorst (B.A. '75) and his wife, Mrs. Karen Dolan Rauenhorst (BSN '75) to honor Fr. John P. Schlegel, S.J. for his commitment to Creighton University.
The sculpture is made of stainless steel and is approximately 15" tall. According to Alston, "the design begins with simple geometry and gradually grows into free form gesture in space forming a true transformation that grows toward the light."
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Intoniranjem državne himne te čitanjem imena 51 poginulog i smrtno stradalog hrvatskog branitelja koje je pročitao Krešimir Šimić, sin poginulog hrvatskog branitelja počelo je 1. svibnja 2020. u Okučanima obilježavanje jubilarne 25. obljetnice vojno-redarstvene operacije Bljesak | Foto: MORH / T. Brandt
Dedicated to Charles Simic, in appreciation of his wonderful poem:
The Road in the Clouds
Your undergarments and mine,
Sent flying around the room
Like a storm of white feathers
Striking the window and ceiling.
Something like repressed laughter
Is in the air
As we lie in sweet content
Drifting off to sleep
With the treetops in purple light
And the sudden memory
Of riding a bicycle
Using no hands
Down a steep winding road
To the blue sea.
[from "Walking the Black Cat", copyright 1996 by Charles Simic]