lighting on the printless verdure (and at a great distance all appear alike)

and at a great distance all appear alike. the sea, however, is said to be blue one day and green another without any perceptible change in the atmosphere. some consider blue 'to be the colour of pure water'...lying between the heavens it partakes the colour of both...some have referred this to the reflection of the verdure; and it may be simply the result of the prevailing blue mixed with the

and diamond drops turned to half-liquid pearls, and the water went to sleep

joseph goold - watered cross effect(drawing realised with a harmonograph)from harmonic vibrations and vibration figureslondon, newton & co. - 1909from every leaf and petal of these, from every branch-tip and tendril, dropped bright water. it gathered slowly at each point, but the points were so many that there was a constant musical plashing of diamond rain upon the still surface...george

softened melody

from the railroad station in the distance came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. my wife pointed out to me the brightness of the red, green, and yellow signal lights hanging in a framework against the sky. it seemed so safe and tranquil.- h.g. wells - the war of the worlds - 1898photo taken 12.19.(year undetermined) at pt reyes

such were the images which paraded before my eyes

the realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, - not the material of my every-day existence - but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.edgar allan poe - berenice - a tale - 1835here began for me what i shall call the overflow of dream into real life. from this point on, everything at times

the sublunar light with its softened colours

at times octavian even imagined he could see indistinct human forms flitting among the shadows, but they dissolved the moment they passed into the moonlit parts of the street. low whispering and indefinite murmurs drifted upon the silence. the solitary visitor at first attributed them to some nervous flicker of the eye, some tingling in his ears. or perhaps they were merely a trick of the

he lived in fear that the state of illumination with which he was blest - or with which he was afflicted - might be untimely withdrawn

one night i dreamt that i had made a pact with the devil: he was my servant, and anticipated my every wish... i found myself handing him my violin to see if he might manage some pretty tunes; but imagine my astonishment when i heard a sonata so unusual and so beautiful, performed with such mastery and intelligence, on a level i had never before conceived was possible! i was so overcome that i

the voiceless downpour of the stars

...they eloquently proceeded with their task, took up again the lost human cause, and pleaded before the indifferent tribunal of stars, now set in a sky on which the shapes of the instruments floated like water signs or fragments of keys, unfinished lyres or swans, an imitory, thoughtless starry commentary on the margin of music.- text by bruno schulz, from spring - sanatorium under the sign of

those living waves, die one after another, monotonously, but they make no foaming sound

magic-hour & darkness (plus day-for-night) inl'armée des l'ombres - jean-pierre melville - 1969cinematography by pierre lhommethe bird of passage rests on the waves, then abandons himself to their movements, full of proud grace, until the bones of his wings have recovered their accustomed strength and he can continue his aerial pilgrimage..... i want to die lulled by the waves of the stormy

and then everything receded from him (invisible birds)

and the sound of the wind died away and then like the murmur of a lullaby or pealing bells rose up again from the depths of ravines and tips of fir trees and a faint reddishness climbed into the deep blue and small clouds drifted by on silver wings and all the mountain peaks, sharp and firm, glinted and gleamed far across the countryside, he would feel something tearing at his chest, he would

before the descent of complete darkness (invisible birds)

törless was still gazing out into the garden. he thought he could hear the rustling of the withered leaves being blown into drifts by the wind. then came the moment of utter stillness which always occurs a little before the descent of complete darkness. the shape of things, which had been sinking ever more deeply into the dusk, and the blurring, dissolving colours of things--for an instant it

invisible birds (the lost estate)

sometimes, for a few steps, my feet are resting on a bank of fine sand. and in the silence, i can hear a bird: i think it's a nightingale, but i must be wrong because they only sing in the evenings... this bird is relentlessly repeating the same phrase: voice of the morning, a recital in the shade, a delicious invitation to a journey between the elms. invisible and obstinate, it seems to be

between transparency and the invisible - shapes floating weightless upon a grainy surface

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bell-derived drones which resonate peacefully even as they twist and turn

tarrl lightowler: l'eau de vie (forthcoming film)beyond the horizon of visible things - little tunes amid the sound of wind or water, feelings flickering through people.(from robert musil: 5 women)new books & musicmusic:- °sone: passerelle, and/oar, 2008a site-specific sound installation / performance by yannick dauby, christophe havard & hughes germain.if i were forced to bring 10 cds with me to

robert bresson, georges bernanos, nouvelle histoire de mouchette

the dark west wind, the sea wind, was already scattering the voices in the darkness. it toyed with them a moment and then lifted them all together, dispersing them with an angry roar. the voice which mouchette had just heard hovered in the air a long time, like a dead leaf floating interminably.her secret was not one which could be shared, for it was connected with so many different things. it

then be called ten times a donkey, and a mule, and an ass, and begone, or i’ll clear the world of thee!

classic books (number 4):moby-dick; or, the whale by herman melville, 1851(compiled with great assistance from the famed german librarian, herr t light)such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. at this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted. but

it was a scarcely human presence-rather that of a peculiar bat fluttering here in the twilight that rose over the earth

julien gracq: balcony in the forest,1958 (librarie jose corti) & 1959 (george braziller, inc.)jacket design by william and caroline harrishalf dozing already, he listened calmly to the forest growing.(page 106)there was a subtle silence in the blockhouse now, the silence of keen eyes, which weighs less than that of straining ears - it was the silence of a workroom absorbed in delicate needlework.

there is something going on in the sky like a decomposition, like a corruption of the air, which remains as still as ever

john ford: the long voyage home, 1940(dp: gregg toland)the only spot of light in the ship at night was that of the compass-lamps, lighting up the faces of the succeeding helmsmen; for the rest we were lost in the darkness, i walking the poop and the men lying about the decks. they were all so reduced by sickness that no watches could be kept. those who were able to walk remained all the time on

the sea: void, darkness, mysterious, not a sound

the bay of arcachon and lighthouse on cape ferret, 1871seascape by moonlight, 1873-76 (both images from manet and the sea, by juliet wilson-bareau and david degeneryale university press 2003)after sunset i came out on deck again to meet only a still void. the thin, featureless crust of the coast could not be distinguished. the darkness had risen around the ship like a mysterious emanation from

14 words whose enunciation lasted 5 seconds

classic books (number 3):exercises de style by raymond queneau, editions gallimard 1947 (1958 translation by barbara wright)in a bus of the s-line, 10 metres long, 3 wide, 6 high, at 3 km. 600 m. from its starting point, loaded with 48 people, at 12.17 pm., a person of the masculine sex aged 27 years 3 months and 8 days, 1 m. 72 cm. tall and weight 65 kg. and wearing a hat 35 cm. in height round

we live, as we dream - alone...

victor hugo, the vision ship 1864-65(images contributed by gossamer)we penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. it was very quiet there. at night sometimes the roll of drums behind the curtain of trees would run up the river and remain sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the first break of day.the offing was barred by a black bank of clouds,