ode to a flower in casarsa

Desert flower, flowers from the garland
of our houses where families
bicker in the open air,

you browse on the stones of the day,
simple, while field and sky 
like sky and sea 
appear all around.

Rustic desert flower,

no evening streaming with lights.

No shepherds drenched by dew,

slender fire of the hedges.

No marsh-marigold, bilberry, swamp-violet
or Florentine iris, or gentian, no angelica,
no Parnassian grass or marsh-myrtle.

You’re Pieruti, Zuan
and tall Bepi with his walking-sticks of bone,
slim at the helm of his wagon,

pasture flower.

You become hay. Burn, burn,
sun of my town, little desert flower.

The years pass over you,
and so do I, with the shadow of the acacia tree,
with the sunflower, on this quiet day.

a visionary on many fronts, the stunning words of mr. pier paolo pasolini. by sv

hiroshi sugimoto: Light is my medium

hiroshi sugimoto lake superior cascade 1995

hiroshi sugimoto seascape ligurian sea saviore 1993

will today’s conceptual art survive another eight hundred years? this was asked of hiroshi sugimoto, and  his response was blank: “it is very optimistic to think that 2800 will be witnessed by man”. regarding the seascapes above he said: “it is very important to know the name of the sea and location where my seascapes are taken. i want the viewer to imagine the sea before it was named: what would you call it if you were the first to lay eyes on it?” sea of light… by uh

KNOW YOUR VEGETABLES

on average, 9 kg (20 lbs) of eggplant contains about the same amount of nicotine as a cigarette. so if you’re trying to quit smoking, binge on eggplants my friends. by ak