October 6, 2024 3:29 pm

Meeting Bench

PATAGONIA – Poetry by Kate Clanchy

PATAGONIA I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured a peninsula, wide enough for a couple of ladderback chairs, to wobble on at high tide. I thought of us in breathless cold, facing an horizon round as a coin, looped in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls from sea to sun. I planned to wait, till the waves had bored themselves to …

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NOT ONLY TOBACCO – Pinar del Rio, Cuba: between dazzling landscapes and foamy waterfalls

According to archaeologists, this area was populated place by the indigenous Cubans over 4,000 years ago, do not forget – by visiting these places – they left their caves on the rock art. Looking around you realize that the main product of the province of Pinar del Rio’s tobacco (the best in the world, especially near San Juan y Martinez), …

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WRECK & PIRATES – The Golden Boa Vista and the beaches of Cape Verde

If you walk up just north of Sal Rei – going beyond Praia da Cruz – you can observe the sea the peninsula of Ponta do Sol (the southernmost point of the island), but do not forget to photograph the lighthouse. Step by step, you will understand that the north coast is a single beach (the magnificent “Boa Esperanca”), the …

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ALEKSANDR RODCHENKO (1891/1956), RUSSIAN PAINTER – Showing the truth, but at the same time making the drawing clearer

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WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW – Poetry by Sergei Yesenin

WANDERING I GO INTO FIRST SNOW I go astray on the first snow in the heart of lilies forces erupted. The evening went on my way over the candle turquoise of a star. I do not know if there is light or dark, whether in the forest sing the rooster or the wind. Maybe instead of winter fields, swans have …

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THE DAWN – Poetry by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak

THE DAWN   You were everything in my destiny, then came the war and the decay, and long, long you never heard anything more. And after many, many years, your voice again troubled me. All night I read your commands, reviving me as from a swoon. I want to go among the people, the crowd, the animation morning. I am …

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MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL – Poetry by Paul Klee

MEINE KRISLALLKLARE SEELE > Meine kristallklare Seele war je da und dort hauchgetrübt, meine Türme manchmal bewölkt. Pein setzt sich zur Liebe, und ohne Sehnsüchte kann ich nicht lang noch kurz leben. MY CRYSTALLINE SOUL > My crystalline soul, it is sometimes disturbed by a breath, my towers are filled with clouds. The penalty cometh love and I can not …

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SANDY SKOGLUND, AMERICAN ARTIST – Imagining overwhelming amount of objects and their colors

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PHOTOGRAPHING AND PROCESSING – The special way of Sandy Skoglund

SANDY SKOGLUND 1/4 – She was born in a fine summer day, and studied art at the University of Iowa and the Sorbonne. Lives and works in New York, expressing her creativity as a photographer. She was interested in dealing with repetitive, process-oriented art production through the techniques of mark-making and photocopying. SANDY SKOGLUND 2/4 – Her first artistic creation …

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EVERYWHERE WE GO – Poetry by Henrik Nordbrandt

EVERYWHERE WE GO Everywhere we go, we always come too late what a time we started to find. And in any city we stop, are the houses where it is too late to turn, the gardens where it is too late to spend a moonlit night, and the women that is too late to love, to torment us with their …

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