A real building is
A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit. Ezra Pound
Lit
There is a man
There is a man whose qualities can be savored by people who are getting old… The painter qualities are carried to the highest point in his work: what he does is done – through and through; when he paints eyes, they are lit with the fire of life. Eugene Delacroix
Did you know that
Did you know that Nuremberg courtroom was designed so that the Allies could project movies during the trial? And, also so that they could film the trial? The first movies that were shown were prepared by John Ford – a compilation of material from the liberation of Bergen-Belsen and Dachau. But here comes an interesting … Read more
I would love it
I would love it if my book was considered chick-lit or a beach read. That would be great. People would buy my book. Emily Gould
The possible\\’s slow fuse
The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination. Emily Dickinson
Love Is a curious
Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn’t possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don’t feel like waking. Yet the room comes … Read more
It was like time
It was like time would stop, and the dancer would sort of step through some kind of portal and he wasn’t doing anything different than he had ever done, 1,000 nights before, but everything would align. And all of a sudden, he would no longer appear to be merely human. He would be lit from … Read more
In Venice in the
In Venice in the Middle Ages there was once a profession for a man called a codega–a fellow you hired to walk in front of you at night with a lit lantern, showing you the way, scaring off thieves and demons, bringing you confidence and protection through the dark streets. Elizabeth Gilbert
He leaned over her,
He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water. Elizabeth Chandler
The Holy Night We
The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces To almost human gazes Toward the newly Born: The simple shepherds from the star-lit brooks Brought visionary looks, As yet in their astonied hearing rung The strange sweet angel-tongue: The magi of the … Read more