dream image

The Trojan Horse - as snow , as the imminent awakening steals into the dream .
Benjamin First Sketches p 856

Hat's Horse's Eye

The Headsman's Axe

Berlin

why-berlin-cannot-forget

Two Way Vision

Moscow Diary p42
It seems to me that to the extent that one grasps a painting, one does not in any way enter into its space; rather, this space thrusts itself forward, especially in various very specific spots. It opens up to us in corners and angles in which we believe we can localize crucial experiences of the past; there is something inexplicably familiar in these spots.

One Way Street
If the theory is correct and we sentiently experience a window, a cloud, a tree not in our brains but, rather, in the place where we see it, then we are, in looking at our beloved, too, outside ourselves. But in a torment of tension and ravishment. Our feeling, dazzled, flutters like a flock of birds in the woman's radiance. And as birds seek refuge in the leafy recesses of a tree, feelings escape into the shaded wrinkles, the awkward movements and inconspicuous blemishes of the body we love, where they can lie low in safety.

The Courier's Tragedy

theory of cloud

g-litter

all the rooms i ever slept in 1994

interlopers

Anne Carson /Decreation/ Totality: The Colour of Eclipse
…You are now inside the moon's shadow, which is a hundred miles wide and travels at two thousand miles an hour.

CONJECTURES, touching the letter found in the apple

constellation

cripplegate

monogram

beheadings

The Sentinel

The next time you see the full moon high in the south, look carefully at its right hand edge and let your eye travel upward along the curve of the disk. Round about two o'clock you will notice a small, dark oval: anyone with normal eyesight can find it quite easily. It is the great walled plain, one of the finest on the Moon, known as the Mare Crisium - the Sea of Crises.

Arthur C Clarke

the desolate city

http://www.themonument.info/panorama/circular.asp