Falling in Love
Falling in Love
posted by Marianne Masters | 3/02/2006
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Asklepios Dream Art - english
Dream images and photo compositions form a digital theatre here.
Scenes out of dreams and pictures made of words
About Me
- Name: Marianne Masters
- Location: Frankfurt, Hessen, Germany
Ich bin nicht ich. Ich bin jener, der an meiner Seite geht, ohne dass ich ihn erblicke, den ich oft besuche und den ich oft vergesse. Jener, der ruhig schweigt, wenn ich spreche, der sanftmütig verzeiht, wenn ich hasse, der umherschweift, wo ich nicht bin, der aufrecht bleiben wird, wenn ich sterbe. -- Juan Ramon Jiménez --
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Thursday, March 02, 2006
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Friday, February 17, 2006
The Old Book
After a long time
The past is arriving today
The dead woman reading in an ancient book
Paula wrote it
The book opened
- in the room of enmeshment
Like a big church register
Binding out of paperboard - soft and often touched
Hand dipped paper - fibrous, gray, strong
Nine squares on each side - lined with copper
Silver moons at every intersection
Filled with signs and symbols
Day after day she weaved her life into the book
created oriental ornaments
from turquoise colored ink
At the end of the book
little silver bags filled with pigment
hay-harvest red, autumn red, cardinals red, violet red
Stapled like a fan in the book cover:
dehydrated slices of sausage
- mummies out of the larder
At the far horizon the sun
the sky coloring with orange red
1850 - time of the sunset...
The past is arriving today
The dead woman reading in an ancient book
Paula wrote it
The book opened
- in the room of enmeshment
Like a big church register
Binding out of paperboard - soft and often touched
Hand dipped paper - fibrous, gray, strong
Nine squares on each side - lined with copper
Silver moons at every intersection
Filled with signs and symbols
Day after day she weaved her life into the book
created oriental ornaments
from turquoise colored ink
At the end of the book
little silver bags filled with pigment
hay-harvest red, autumn red, cardinals red, violet red
Stapled like a fan in the book cover:
dehydrated slices of sausage
- mummies out of the larder
At the far horizon the sun
the sky coloring with orange red
1850 - time of the sunset...
posted by Marianne Masters | 2/17/2006
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Four Moons
Morning sky
Silent the man at the window
The full moon takes its course
Hushed jerking of the sky mechanism
The moon is sowing three trails
Disoriented is dancing the Earth
With bated breath fear interferes
Rolling in the orbit
We drift out of the system
The world is quivering
Joy embracing sadness
Disorienation becoming liberation
Silent the man at the window
The full moon takes its course
Hushed jerking of the sky mechanism
The moon is sowing three trails
Disoriented is dancing the Earth
With bated breath fear interferes
Rolling in the orbit
We drift out of the system
The world is quivering
Joy embracing sadness
Disorienation becoming liberation
posted by Marianne Masters | 2/14/2006
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Beacon
Asphalt in the night
shining moist and straightforward
- attention is scattered
Curved black ribbon
takes its way through foggy clouds
into the heavenly dark
Pausing... a glance back...
reflecting - orientating - admitting
kindled is the fire of the earth
shining moist and straightforward
- attention is scattered
Curved black ribbon
takes its way through foggy clouds
into the heavenly dark
Pausing... a glance back...
reflecting - orientating - admitting
kindled is the fire of the earth
posted by Marianne Masters | 2/12/2006
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