Posts Tagged ‘say’

Quote of the Day

January 2, 2010

You see fleeting perfection of form merging with a significant substance, and you make a clicking noise only a hair’s breadth away. You have then judged something, reported something, ostensibly truthfully… And when you made a clicking noise you said something eloquently if you are skilled.

Burk Uzzle

(1938 –    )

American Photographer

Burk is the guy who took a bunch of Woodstock pics.

From Boing Boing:

“Burk Uzzle shot the festival from the vantage point of a participant. In one particularly telling photograph, a sea of humanity as dense as a carpet of wildflowers in a meadow spills over a hillside; in another, a young hippie couple standing in a tender embrace under a grandmother’s quilt became the icon of a generation. Rather than document the music, Uzzle chose to focus on details of living, existence, and enjoyment over that three day period. In so doing, he captured the spirit of the festival and ultimately an era.”


And here’s the story behind one well-known Woodstock photo:



Poem: The Urge to Know

August 18, 2009

The Urge to Know -- clipart


                          There is a never in nothing. Perhaps,

                           that is why we breed and

                           build. Perhaps, that is why we

                           replace these palaces


                           with the something more

                           our mind conceives. Marble cliffs

                           and grander gardens. Color.

                           Texture. No such thing as a standard


                           gray. On a whim, let us rebuild

                           our arrival’s evidence.

                           Here is the face I wore, and there

                           is your body – deliciously


                           sweet. How we both loved, then,

                           the digressive meaning.

                           There are some things which never need

                           saying, like the thief who


                           reminds you again that he

                           has the gun – as if you could freely

                           move your stunned eyes anywhere.


                                                                     ©  Diane Beaty 


Please note: The poem in this post is my work, the accompanying photo is a clipart piece.