Ipernity Exhibition Bologna, October 2009
Now Love masters my limbs and shakes me, fatal creature, bitter-sweet. - Sappho, Fragment 40, trans. H. T. Wharton
There are Doors ...
'Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen.' - Keats
SOUL'S joy, now I am gone, And you alone, —Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me— Yet when unto our eyes Absence denies Each other's sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light ; O give no way to grief, But let belief Of mutual love This wonder to the vulgar prove, Our bodies, not we move. Let not thy wit beweep Words but sense deep ; For when we miss By distance our hope's joining bliss, Even then our souls shall kiss ; Fools have no means to meet, But by their feet ; Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? - by John Donne
without found within ... for me, this one is about memory, about how chance encounters can change your life, about re-discovering the ability to feel, about the joy and pain of romantic love, about resonances/reflections/projections, about being called by your name ...