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The Summer in “Painting”: August 7, 2021
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The Summer in Music: September 5, 2020. Soft stillness and the night
Vaughan Williams, Serenade to Music” (Orchestral Version)
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Merchant of Venice, 5.1
The Summer in Phrases: July 12, 2021
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Every one of those impressions is the impression of the individual in his isolation, each mind keeping as a solitary prisoner its own dream of a world.
Walter Pater, Conclusion, The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry
They that are awake have one world in common, but of the sleeping each turns aside into a world of his own.
Heraclitus, Fragment 89
I have sought for myself.
Heraclitus, Fragment 101
The Summer in Photos: August 29, 2019
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“A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow…”
Djuna Barnes, Nightwood (1936), Chapter Six, “When A Tree Falls”
The Summer in Photos: August 29, 2019
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What none knows is when, not if.
Frank Bedart, “If see No End In Is.”
The Summer in Photos: June 24, 2021
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Summer Recording Workshop, “Because”
A dove came down to sit with me. Brown as a lump she sat with her tail twitching and her eyes turning. I could watch the throb of her breathing.
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The Summer in Photos: June 18, 2021
Mendlessohn, A Midsummer’s Night Dream Overture—Russian Philharmonic-Moscow City Symphony
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes...
Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act III, Scene I
The Summer in Photos: June 17, 2021
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Poem: John Donne, “The Sun Rising” Read Aloud By Richard Burton
The Summer in Photos: June 15, 2021
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Mervyn O’Gorman, Summer 1913. Autochrome Color Photo of his daughter Christina O’Gorman, Lulworth Cove, Dorset, England,
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Edgar Allen Poe
The Summer in Photos: June 13, 2021
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The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue,
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery,
A thousand ages gone.
All the golden clappers hang
As if but now the changes rang;
Only from the mottled throat
Never any echoes float.
Mary Webb, The Foxglove Bells