Thursday, June 27, 2013


And it looked like a horrible place.


Anonymous DSB said...

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized! Euclid alone
Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

12:23 PM  
Blogger Jim Woodring said...

I always liked that poem, DSB. Thanks.

8:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jim: Judging from this rendering and its caption, I take it your cake is not agreeing with you?

5:04 AM  
Blogger Rob Boyle said...

like Davey Crockett Sleeping, deep in REM...I'm probably reading too much into it.

6:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So if this is the world without its shimmering garment, it is several steps beyond the lens that whim sees through, at its most gruesome. That's my theory on the drawing.

-morgan p dunn

6:47 PM  
Anonymous Todd said...

The poem "Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare..." is actually by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

8:54 AM  
Anonymous kamar tidur anak said...

thenks information

5:45 AM  

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