Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

16 March 2012

three amigos // tres friends


hello, people. TGIF of course. do you want the best links I twittered yesterday? no? - well, anyways, here they go:

an interesting review about a book about cannibals (yummy!). in Chile, artist Lily Garafulic passed away. an incredible video about a robot who see itself by first time on a mirror.
this one makes a review about the best poetry moments in Woody Allen movies. an interesting  review of apocalyptic imaginary through history. here. somebody made a list with the best skies in art.
and in Chile, a wetland called Mantagua - a beautiful place on the Pacific - will be declared protected natural area.
that's it for now. please, have a wonderful day!

22 November 2011

photographing remnants of gothic stalinism



I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". 

-  Percy Bisshe Shelley, 'Ozymandias', 1818

dreams


here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd 
by dreams, each one into a several world 

 - Robert Herrick, 'Dreams', 2002

18 November 2011

VANITY for Illustration Friday

vanity by frank h.
vanity, a photo by frank h. on Flickr.

my version of the masterpiece 'Vanity' by John William Waterhouse, to contribute to this week topic in Illustration Fridayhope you'll like it.
and have a wonderful posting day, artists!

8 November 2011

gray wind



I felt the blowing of the wind
As it entered my breadth from deep within
It entered my soul, and then wouldn't let go
It is the wind, from whence life begins

- excerpt from 'The Wind', by Randy McClave, 2010