‘Hypocrisy is the tribute vice pays to virtue‘
Month: July 2025
Seattle Photos-Blue & White Pairings
Thanks for looking.
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Seattle Photos-Trickster
The world quiets down, moving beneath you.
What don’t I know that I can know?
What can I see around me?
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Thursday Quotation
“Every person takes the limits of their own field of vision for the limits of the world.”
-Arthur Schopenhauer
Tuesday Poem-Theodore Roethke
The Waking 1948
I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy.
This way! This way!
The wren’s throat shimmered,
Either to other,
The blossoms sang.
The stones sang,
The little ones did,
And flowers jumped
Like small goats.
A ragged fringe
Of daisies waved;
I wasn’t alone
In a grove of apples.
Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
Its morning smells.
I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My ears knew
An early joy.
And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.
‘Life is not a walk across an open field‘ or something like that.
Seattle Photo-A Wild Blue
How many flowers do you figure you have left?
Seattle Photos-Color Practice
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Wednesday Poem-Allen Tate
Edges
I’ve often wondered why she laughed
On thinking why I wondered so;
It seemed such waste that long white hands
Should touch my hands and let them go.
And once when we were parting there,
Unseen of anything but trees,
I touched her fingers, thoughtfully,
For more than simple niceties.
But for some futile things unsaid
I should say all is done for us;
Yet I have wondered how she smiled
Beholding what was cavernous
Monday Quotation-George Santayana
‘The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool.’
Seattle Photo-Color Practice
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Tuesday Poem-T.S. Eliot
Morning At The Window
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
Early Eliot. The most distressed Eliot, trying to build up new forms. Is this English poetry, or American poetry?
Seattle Photos-Color Practice
I really don’t know what I’m doing, here. Thanks for looking.
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Happy 4th Of July, 2025
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“When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation…”
Addition: From Maverick Philosopher: The Difference Between Patriotism And Jingoism.