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private dreams upon reflection: June 2013

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Private dreams upon reflection. Friday, 21 June 2013. I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted. To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free - -. The peacefulness is so big it dazes you. Fragment from Sylvia Plath: Tulips. Domnului profesor A. M., cultivator şi adorator de flori. Towards a poetics of death. Towards a poetics of life. Wednesday, 5 June 2013. If mirrors could speak. Self image film. Labels: degrees of unclarity. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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private dreams upon reflection: May 2012

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Private dreams upon reflection. Sunday, 6 May 2012. Spring in thin haze. Towards a poetics of seasons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Spring in thin haze. The aesthetics of everyday. The place where everything is music. The poetics of flight. The poetics of seasons. The space between shots. The space between steps. Things we do not know. Towards a poetics of death. Towards a poetics of life. Towards a poetics of Love. Towards a poetics of seasons. Towards a poetics of Time. Things I should know.

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private dreams upon reflection: This peacefulness

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Private dreams upon reflection. Friday, 21 June 2013. I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted. To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free - -. The peacefulness is so big it dazes you. Fragment from Sylvia Plath: Tulips. Domnului profesor A. M., cultivator şi adorator de flori. Towards a poetics of death. Towards a poetics of life. 21 June 2013 at 10:48. 6 September 2013 at 12:46. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The aesthetics of everyday. Starea ta...

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private dreams upon reflection: January 2015

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Private dreams upon reflection. Friday, 9 January 2015. The aesthetics of everyday. Towards a poetics of seasons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The aesthetics of everyday. The place where everything is music. The poetics of flight. The poetics of seasons. The space between shots. The space between steps. Things we do not know. Towards a poetics of death. Towards a poetics of life. Towards a poetics of Love. Towards a poetics of seasons. Towards a poetics of Time. Things I should know. Things you should know.

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private dreams upon reflection: March 2012

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Private dreams upon reflection. Sunday, 11 March 2012. Each and every one of us must have a resting place somewhere. The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives. Extract from one of Gibran's letters dated 8th November 1908). Thursday, 1 March 2012. For you, my spring. The poetics of seasons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). For you, my spring. The aesthetics of everyday. The place where everything is music. The poetics of flight. The poetics of seasons. Signs, sound, light.

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private dreams upon reflection: May 2014

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Private dreams upon reflection. Thursday, 22 May 2014. Their heart we do not know. Fish never tire of water; no one other than a fish knows their heart. Birds love the woods; no one other than a bird knows their heart. The same is true of those who savor reclusion. Kamo no Chomei, Tr. David Barnhill). The title of this post is a line from Bashō, the Japanese poet. I thank Michael Tweed. For sharing the beautiful lines from Kamo no Chomei on. And, it goes without saying, Roxana's post has been inspiring.

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private dreams upon reflection: July 2012

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Private dreams upon reflection. Tuesday, 10 July 2012. The gentle tremor of a peacock woman. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The gentle tremor of a peacock woman. The aesthetics of everyday. The place where everything is music. The poetics of flight. The poetics of seasons. The space between shots. The space between steps. Things we do not know. Towards a poetics of death. Towards a poetics of life. Towards a poetics of Love. Towards a poetics of seasons. Towards a poetics of Time. Things I should know.

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private dreams upon reflection: A brief moment...

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Private dreams upon reflection. Friday, 9 January 2015. The aesthetics of everyday. Towards a poetics of seasons. 11 January 2015 at 14:16. Sunt minunante aceste imagini, eu le cunosc atat de bine, adica am vazut, vad atat de multe care le seamana, ca un flash din kusturica.si intotdeauna ma gandesc la mainile oamenilor in frig si la ritmul inimii lor, printre fulgi. 25 January 2015 at 12:01. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The aesthetics of everyday. The place where everything is music. View my comp...

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private dreams upon reflection: Remembering the loved ones

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Private dreams upon reflection. Sunday, 11 May 2014. Remembering the loved ones. Towards a poetics of Love. 12 May 2014 at 20:20. 13 May 2014 at 18:21. Da, toate acele inele. l-ai observat pe cel legat ca bratara? 14 May 2014 at 18:30. Nu numai ca l-am vazut, dar mi s-a parut chira ca sunt doua:)-e umbra reflectata sub soare-si, ma gandesc in aceasta zi ploioasa, ce binecuvantare soarele,nu, cum multiplica el viata,si auriul, facandu-l aureola:). 17 May 2014 at 18:05. 18 May 2014 at 00:29. All photograph...