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Nothing is for itself. November 27, 2008. The rain does not fall for him, nor does the sun shine for her. And you as well were created not for yourself but to share. Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz. I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil. View all posts by niebla →. This entry was posted in Life. And tagged Angelus Silesius. Nothing is for itself. April 21, 2009 at 12:20 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Post was ...
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You exist | niebla | fog
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You may not like some of the moves. The tip of the anthill →. May 31, 2015. Where eyes look at you. You come into being. Held by a call,. Always the same voice,. Everyone appears to be calling. You could fall,. Because eyes want you,. Look at you and say. Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz. I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil. View all posts by niebla →. This entry was posted in Hermeticism. You may not like some of the moves. The tip of the anthill →. Sorry, your...
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niebla | fog | A hermetic weblog | Page 2
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Newer posts →. November 30, 2014. Life is a minefield of duties. November 8, 2014. Alba is so beautiful, sounds so beautiful and says it all. Alba in this case is not a beautiful woman (like Jessica Alba. But came about as a result of having to translate the Spanish word. In a poem by Octavio Paz. As in. Is not so bad, but the original clearly beats it. Frank Sinatra quotes from Sermon on the Mount. August 29, 2014. From a 1963 interview with Playboy magazine complete text of interview to be found here.
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n.b.miller: Self Portrait in a Cold Studio
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Site for my painting-a-day project plus other paintings, drawings and photographs. Monday, October 29, 2012. Self Portrait in a Cold Studio. I was just blogging on another blog. About an artist who painted herself beautifully in a freezing studio. This annual inconvenience makes me feel all hardy and suffering-nobly-for-my-art. This painting "Self Portrait in a Cold Studio" has been exhibited several times in various venues including the Philadelphia Sketch Club. And still lives online on the Robert Genn.
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n.b.miller: June 2010
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Site for my painting-a-day project plus other paintings, drawings and photographs. Friday, June 4, 2010. Light in the Forest. There's a beautiful little piece of woods near us, called Rolling Hill Park. Lots of meandering trails. This one leads past an old, roofless ruin. I was lucky enough to be there yesterday just when the light was filling the old stone structure so that it absolutely glowed! Fits in by chance with today's Illustration Friday. Light in the Forest (Ruin in Rolling Hill Park).
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n.b.miller: February 2011
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Site for my painting-a-day project plus other paintings, drawings and photographs. Wednesday, February 2, 2011. Oliver on the Floor. Oil on canvas, 20 x 42 inches, 1992-3. Surrender is the theme this week at Illustration Friday! We were in the middle of a painting too. Resigned, I put that one away and started this one, which seemed to better suit both our moods. Unfortunately, the shaving seemed to be indicative of some "casting off" process, and after only a couple of sessions he disappeared...Funct...
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Beam Me Up Scotty: November 2014
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Beam Me Up Scotty. Sunday, November 23, 2014. More for me than anything else. I am writing this just to write it down. Dad died on September 11 and it happened pretty much as I told him it would-he got more and more tired, went to sleep, didn't wake up. He didn't appear to suffer much and I am grateful for that. I'm tired. The only 24 hour period I've had to myself was the day before Mom had her stroke. It was a good day though and I'm grateful for that. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The tip of the anthill | niebla | fog
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I thought of a poem →. The tip of the anthill. July 12, 2015. Thinking of Srebrenica and two late 20th century monsters – Karadžić. But the tip is. Without the masses below. The faithful and fanatic executioners. Reaching down into the ugly subterranean subconscious. Without the international bystanders. I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil. View all posts by niebla →. This entry was posted in Death. And tagged ethnic cleansing. I thought of a poem →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
