From Mithras to Bloomberg
…Specu Mithrae et omnia portentosa simulacra, quibus corax, nymphus, miles, leo,
Perses, heliodromus, pater initiantur…
Jerome, Epistulae 107, 2 (ad Laetam)
From the depths of Time to the forefront of modernity, what are we leaving behind and what are we taking with us? Stone lasts much longer than flesh, yet nothing lasts forever.
Shaping the End
Thanks for the lovely party.
To live, love and cry in Europe.
(Part 4 – snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling)
“You, who have no self-control
You, who confuse talking with breathing
What do you know of the lives we’re leading? “
Die Nelke, Rome
The World Is Everything
“Whose shadow, long and low
Is slipping out of wet clothes?
And changes into
The most beautiful
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust”
Sunset, K. Bush
The Sound of Crying
"See how deep the bullet lies"
Running Up That Hill, K. Bush
Sunset on a Northern lake
"When I’ve broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before”
Ghosts, D. Sylvian
The Baltic Sea (and a swan)