Noć bez neba, noć jesenja; a kroz tamu
Ide, mili sumaglica, vlaga hladna,
Zemlja mokra i crni se k'o strast gladna.
Gde-gde samo suve senke golih grana
K'o kosturi od života, mrtvih dana.
Svuda zemlja; vidik pao. Vlažna tama
Po zvucima, preko mira, leži, spava.
I tišina u dolini zaborava
Mirno trune. Nigde nieg što se budi.
Sumaglica. Noć bez neba. Pokrov sudi.
Vladislav Petković - Dis
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Non sequitur... /it does not follow/
ommm...
Pamet na stvarima...
- psychology of education / cognitive
- letter press
- palaeography
- paper prints...
- Schools and creativity
- Južni Pacifik
- Hiroshi Sugimoto
- zašto polu mesec izgleda kao da ima nos?
Šta je sobar video...
Fioke...
Sparks...
- odseceni portreti / bw, high grain
- crno-beli lokvanji
- push 400 to 1600 or more... mmm... :)
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This is not a blog. Instead, here's a quote:
--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."'
Cheers! (and pay no heed to the Dutchess!)
:)
1 comment:
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Znam ih. Al' ono što je meni dalo
Veliki vidik i nebesne boje,
Danas je nešto neznatno i malo,
Nešto što mislim da i nije moje.
Se je sad prošlost, nju niko ne čuva;
Pust vetar meni oko glave duva.
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