Tuesday, October 12, 2010

the climate of sighs flung across our world

http://sarahhermans.com/files/gimgs/16_foto36.jpg
"Mere forgetfullness cannot remove it
Nor wishing bring it back, as long as it remains
The white precipitate of its dream
In the climate of sighs flung across our world,
A cloth over a birdcage. But it is certain that
What is beautiful seems so only in relation to a specific
Life, experienced or not, channeled into some form
Steeped in the nostalgia of a collected past."
 
from: SELF-PORTRAIT IN A CONVEX MIRROR
John Ashbery
sarah hermans

2 comments:

Giulia said...

I'm part of the flinging, I fear. Can't help it. Great photo, too.

Lydia said...

I am pondering this quote in reference to Alzheimer's Disease....

Wonderful image.