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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

They Sing in Chorus - or a stack of books, an exercise


“When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?” 


~ Nicole Krauss {The History of Love}



"Flowers call to us.  They speak a language we almost hear. Each flower's color seems an announcement. The single wildflower by the path murmurs its particular name.  In a vase, they sing in chorus."

~ Gretchen Scoble and Ann Field {The Meaning of Flowers}


"Like Jane Austen and George Eliot, the great artists of everyday life may help us correct many of our snobbish preconceptions regarding what there is to esteem and honour in the world."  

~ Alain de Botton {Status Anxiety}


"Florine Stettheimer is an invisible artist.  Invisible by virtue of her near total absence from our collective art historical memory. But her invisibility is not an isolated occurrence."

~ Pamela Wye, in an essay on Stettheimer which appears in M/E/A/N/I/N/G


"I remember always the word
that defines my life
winter 
winter
winter
winter
winter
winter"

~ Diane Wakoski {Emerald Ice}



"those who admire the playful beauty of light, its fragile
and fleeting reflections, its talent to thread through the 
shadows and make the green of the forest glow..."

~ Hermenegilde Chiasson {Beatitudes}


I chose the books in this stack of books quite simply for the colours on their spines.  But then thought it was interesting to let them 'sing in chorus.'

And now my dears, must race to get ready for work : )




1 comment:

  1. each is inspiring, but the meaning of flowers seems like a book I ought to read!

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