Robert A.M. Stern Is Still Dreaming of a Fresh New York
The sharp-tongued architect and professor built Manhattan’s most luxurious towers, but his new book shuttles from Billionaires’ Row to the Bronx.
https://t.co/n9GA9efYABReview: Raphaël Pichon Puts a Twist on Beethoven's Ninth
Raphaël Pichon led the Orchestra of St.
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, genre: landscape, style: Surrealism, location: Poland, tags: allegories-and-symbols, cottages-and-farmhouses, fields-and-plains, Natural landscape, Tree, Woody plant, Tree house, Biome, Rural area, completition: 1999.
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I feel so insecure,
But confident and so sure,
Knowing that you love me,but also realizing,
That with one word you could break my heart,
And with one movement you could shatter my soul,
And with one thought you could destroy my dreams,
I've never felt this way before,
Don't know if its healthy,
Or rotten to the core,
All I know is that as Abby would say,
"Your the key on my key-chain, and the rose on my bush,"
So please don't kick down the door,
Or let the flowers wilt to the floor,
because I Love You more than you could ever know,
And I never want to let you go.
The two great epics of our country are essential to us because they illustrate the subordination of 2 human pursuits, i.e. artha and kāma to dharma.
Valmiki describes Rāma as the very embodiment of dharma.”
The Rāmāyaṇa is “truly the mirror of Indian culture,” and is an exemplar to all classical literature in the country. The Mahābhārata expands on the challenges that dharma faces from artha and kāma in both personal and public life. Its crowning glory the Bhagavad Gita, asks us to rise above the life’s vagaries and unpredictability by relying on“the Supreme spirit,” which is within every bein
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
a man sitting on a bench playing a saxophone
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The Interview: Pushpakanthan Pakkiyarajah
“I’m asking audiences to come and see and understand my history, see how everything is connected, and how even my war is also connected with everything”.
https://t.co/9Uw0cMYAHFExoskeletal waste
peeled off in sickening
stretches of torn
bone marrow ripping.
T
O
S aside as
S rubbish.
E
D
Rummage through file cabinets of
trials,habits,love
and
all the other trivial things
we can't breath without.
Sticky soul penetrated by a
roaming finger.
Lingering aftertaste.
Smash the case
and open up
my mind
or don't.
Who cares either way?
Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's
heart,beating in a soggy pile.
Terrains of orange like the
straining morning trying to invade the horizon again.
Adjust the tint knob.
Life is green.
And always moreso on the other side
of discovery.
Rubbery shrapnel.
Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence.
Armor annihilated and discarded.
Amour,why?These flakes span our parted
ways
my melting
dove.
Review: ‘The Wax Child’ by Olga Ravn
Ravn’s latest novel proposes that a deep, haunting unknowability is essential to us as human beings.
https://t.co/3ovgCGTLeSWabi-sabi is an elegant philosophy that denotes a more connected way of living—a lifestyle, where we are deeply connected to nature, and thus, better connected to our truest inner-selves.
Wabi-sabi is a concept that motions us to constantly search for the beauty in imperfection and accept the more natural cycle of life. It reminds us that all things including us and life itself, are impermanent, incomplete, and imperfect. Perfection, then, is impossible and impermanence is the only way.
, genre: history painting, style: Academicism, gallery name: Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France, tags: famous-people, Holy places, completition: 1878.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/00367/images/jean-leon-gerome/ee9fda7bd3a08f3da2c1d24e423d7b5d.jpg- Looking at the gaps on the chart, you might realize that you have plenty of people you have fun with, but no one to confide in.
- Or maybe you only have one person you go to for help, or that a person you take for granted actually makes you feel safe and secure.
- Don’t be afraid to reach out to the people in your life. Whether it’s a thoughtful question or a moment of devoted attention, it’s never too late to deepen the connections that matter to you.
, genre: portrait, style: Expressionism, completition: 1957.
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