26 Thursday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
Emily Dickinson
Little did I know how long it would take some seeds to emerge.
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
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23 Monday Apr 2012
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© Frank Torres – Nuclear Photo
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.
D.H. Lawrence
I am yearning to feel that rush of untamed love again…
Model: Micha Borodaev
Photography: Frank Torres
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22 Sunday Apr 2012
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© Rummy Makmur – Detail
But under some other moon
Maybe?
Under some unknown sun,
Again, we two, we two might be
Always again?
from Rain by Margaret Newlin
I still find it hard to believe that you are gone.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
19 Thursday Apr 2012
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America's Top Model, Edgar Allan Poe, Fashion, Khrystyna Kazakova, Photography, Poetry, The Raven
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”-
Merely this, and nothing more.
from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Who knows what radiant maiden may yet come rapping at a man’s heart?
© Khrystyana Kazakova
Model:
Khrystyana Kazakova
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18 Wednesday Apr 2012
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© Khrystynana Kazakova
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
from Lady Love by Paul Eluard
I miss the sweet intoxication that comes with first loves.
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16 Monday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
If you create rooms with an authentic view, self-exploration must come before paint chips and fabric swatches. Sarah Ban Breathnach
I have finally settled on a soft cottage look for my new home.
14 Saturday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
The simplicity of first love, or friendliness, the mutuality of first sympathy seems, at its initial appearance – even if merely in exciting conversation across a dinner table – to be a self-enclosed world.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
I wish we had remained in that world…
11 Wednesday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie – Lauren DiMarco’s cuff bracelet
Better or worse
But what else can we do?
And better or worse
I am tethered to you
If it’s not either of us
Tell me who are we fooling?
lyrics from Who Are We Fooling by Brooke Fraser
Our bond can never be broken- no matter how hard we try.
10 Tuesday Apr 2012
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© Joan Currie
Today a frock the color of a rose had been put on her, and Mariette had bought some real buds and made her a wreath to wear on her black locks. She had been learning a new, delightful dance in which she had been skimming and flying about the room, like a large rose-colored butterfly, and the enjoyment and exercise had brought a brilliant, happy glow in to her face. – from A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett
I, too, have been learning to waltz in my rose-colored frock.
Satin & Sand 