Last Night As I Was Sleeping by Antonio Machado

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-as-i-was-sleeping/

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt–marvelous error!–
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt–marvelous error!–
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt–marvelous error!–
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt–marvelous error!–
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

— Antonio Machado
Translated by Robert Bly”


Arizona dream: Photo by Photographer marie nouri – photo.net

http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=5229061

diesdre sent me this


StumbleUpon.com: SU: Classic Future

http://classic-future.group.stumbleupon.com/

Oh! A forum for creative anachronism has started :)


Canada, Solar Eclipse, 1986, Photo of the Day, Picture, Photography, Wallpapers – National Geographic

http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/solar-eclipse.html

Counting the beats

You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I ?

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day,
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.

Where shall we be,
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I ?

Not there but here,
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie

— Robert Graves


Poetry Bailout Will Restore Confidence of Readers—By Charles Bernstein (Harpers Magazine)

http://harpers.org/archive/2008/09/hbc-90003617

I’m getting even with him for finding this article by posting the "Bard of Avon Action Figure" (available at Powell’s Books).

"
Illiquid poetry assets are choking off the flow of imagination that is so vital to our literature. When the literary system works as it should, poetry and poetry assets flow to and from readers and writers to create a productive part of the cultural field. As toxic poetry assets block the system, the poisoning of literary markets has the potential to damage our cultural institutions irreparably.
"


SkyscraperCity

http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?t=290454&pp=25&page=5

Mestizos de Manila, Yslas Filipinas

Un Indio Labrador

Una India Pescadora de Manila

El Gobernadorcillo de Mestizos

La India Viuda



Untitled (Mestiza with Embroidered Panuelo and Parasol)



Untitled (Man with his Prized Cock)



Untitled (Old Beggar Led by a Young Boy)


Pablo Picasso : official web site

http://www.picasso.fr/us/picasso_page_index.php

found via expressioniste