Sunset

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The Garden Where All Love Ends

The Garden Where All Love Ends, originally uploaded by State Of Mind.

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by State Of Mind.

"Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to sateity
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying. . ."

T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by State Of Mind.

I clipped this out of an article about Mark Dion's exhibit at the San Diego Museum Of Contemporary Art, a mixed media titled Landfill.

"Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death"

T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday

The Accordionist

The Accordionist, originally uploaded by State Of Mind.

"
...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little."

Stephen King

Waiting For Godot

ancient rollover, originally uploaded by fatal Cleopatra.

Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
–Molloy, Part I

We are all born mad. Some remain so.
–Waiting for Godot

He stopped crying. You have replaced him as it were. The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.
–Waiting for Godot

Quotes from the work of Samuel Beckett

The Bubble Magician

The Bubble Magician, originally uploaded by tarotastic.

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot

Ash Wednesday, originally uploaded by stateofmind_77.

From The Diary Of Nijinsky

"I do not want the death of the senses. I want people to understand. I cannot cry and shed tears over what I write, but I cry within me.
I will tell the whole truth, and others will continue what I have begun. I am like Zola, but I want to speak, and not write novels. Novels prevent one from understanding feeling.
I am in a trance, the trance of love. I want to say so much and cannot find the words...I write in a trance, and that trance is called wisdom. Every man is a reasonable being. I do not want unreasonable beings, and therefore I want everyone to be in a trance of feelings.
The whole of my wife and of all mankind is death....
I want...to heal my wife, but I cannot be healed. I do not want to be healed. I am not afraid of anything except the death of wisdom. I want the death of my mind. My wife will not go mad if I kill her mind. The mind is stupidity, but wisdom is God."

Funland 4way

Funland 4way, originally uploaded by gwhughey.

I Dream A Highway

Evening Colors, originally uploaded by jeffclow.

I Dream A Highway

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you.

I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you.

The getaway kicking up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three-hour jones,
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vison come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you.

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you.

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up
Drank whisky with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Now give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you.

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you.

Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you.

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway back to you
Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you.


by Gillian Welch

Save Yourself

save yourself, originally uploaded by marcusrm.

I Still Journey

Trail (color), originally uploaded by fd.

Summer Sky

, originally uploaded by deniskin.

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie
True Poems flee

Emily Dickinson