Wednesday, September 13, 2006

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why, it is love; but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic, or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned, tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget, perish, sleep
cannot be photographed, measured; disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?

- E. E. Cummings -

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Interesting how you did this segway from this poem to the photo sequence of a stone.

9/15/2006 6:00 PM  
Blogger luisa brehm said...

the idea was to make the cloning sequence but i see it works very well for the stone ;-))))

9/16/2006 12:47 AM  

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