Saturday, May 31, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Christ Has No Body
Teresa of Avila (1515–1582)
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,
Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.
Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,
Yours are the eyes, you are his body.
Christ has no body now but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
compassion on this world.
Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
卜算子 • 我住长江头
卜算子
– 李之仪 (北宋)
我住长江头,
君住长江尾。
日日思君不见君,
共饮长江水。
此水几时休,
此恨几时已。
只愿君心似我心,
定不负相思意。
Song of Divination
– Li Zhiyi (11th century)
I live upstream and you downstream.
From night to night of you I dream.
Unlike the stream you're not in view,
Though we both drink from River Blue.
Where will the water no more flow?
When will my grief no longer grow?
I wish your heart would be like mine,
Then not in vain for you I pine.
– 李之仪 (北宋)
我住长江头,
君住长江尾。
日日思君不见君,
共饮长江水。
此水几时休,
此恨几时已。
只愿君心似我心,
定不负相思意。
Song of Divination
– Li Zhiyi (11th century)
I live upstream and you downstream.
From night to night of you I dream.
Unlike the stream you're not in view,
Though we both drink from River Blue.
Where will the water no more flow?
When will my grief no longer grow?
I wish your heart would be like mine,
Then not in vain for you I pine.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
~ Wallace Stevens
Friday, March 21, 2014
Misc. Artists
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Vienna Künstlerhaus | Vienna Secession
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vienna_Secession
Gustav Klimt
Gustav Klimt
The Kiss
Josef Hoffmann
Sitzmaschine Armchair in black color
Koloman Moser
Jugendstil owls
Max Kurzweil
Child in Straw Hat
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