Among silent breakers, the tremors of the shining surface, in the swift flux and reflux martyrizing the patches of light, in the rendings of luminous loops and arcs, and lines, in the occultations and reappearances of dancing bursts of light being decomposed, recomposed, contracted, spread out, only to be re-distributed once more before me, with me, within me, drowned, and unendurably buffeted, my calm violated a thousand times by the tongues of infinity, oscillating, sinusoidally overrun by the multitude of liquid lines. enormous with a thousand folds, I was and I was not, I was caught, I was lost, I was in a state of complete ubiquity. The thousands upon thousands of rustlings were my own thousand shatterings.” ― Henri Michaux, Miserable Miracle
Happy Day My Friend 🙂
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Buon giorno anche a te cara. 🙂
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I re-read, re-read, and re-read but I have no idea of what he is saying. That (and the images) lead me to believe he was having a bad acid trip.
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I believe it’s called lyrical abstraction, kind of like surrealism in painting. You’re probably right though, he was known to experiment with hallucinogens.
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There is a quiet beauty in your images, Maverick. How (and what) have you used to create such an enigma? 🙂
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Thanks Carolyn, the image originated as a seal reflected while swimming in a pool. 🙂
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Aha; very beautiful… 🙂
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Words and photographs are perfectly matched ❤
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Very kind ❤
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