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artworks by Josephine Wang © 2010 |
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
e.e.cummings' sweet spring
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| artwork by Josephine Wang © 2012 |
" sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"
(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)
lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive
(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)
not a tree can count his leave
s each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing
(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)
“sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love”
— e.e.cummings
Monday, April 2, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Friday, December 30, 2011
All that is rare for the rare...
Someone made a comment on our shop, "It's rare to see a artshop in this town".
In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare. —Nietzsche said this and he died in an asylum.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I had my existence
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| artwork by Josephine Wang © 2011 |
Between heather and marigold,
Between spaghnum and buttercup,
Between dandelion and broom,
Between forget-me-not and honeysuckle,
As between clear blue and cloud,
Between haystack and sunset sky,
Between oak tree and slated roof,
I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me.
Where can it be found again,
An elsewhere world, beyond
Maps and atlases
Where all is woven into
And of itself, like a nest
Of crosshatched grass blades?
— A Herbal, Seamus Heaney
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
doesn't enter into this
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| artwork by Josephine Wang © 2011 |
The sky is taking on light,
through the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
— Raymond Carver
Le ciel prend sur la lumière,
grâce à la lune bloque encore pâle sur l'eau.
Une telle beauté que pour une minute
la mort et de l'ambition, même l'amour,
ne pas entrer dans ce.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
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artwork by Josephine Wang © 2011 |
The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. ............................ —T. S. Eliot |
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