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Despite his soul-piercing look of reproach, hope springs eternal while King Cat surveys
the ruins of his kingdom after human occupation.
the ruins of his kingdom after human occupation.
Showing posts with label Martin Huebscher Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Martin Huebscher Photography. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 March 2020
Friday, 18 May 2018
The Levee of the Great High King
The Universe, O my brothers, is flinging wide its portals
for the Levee of the GREAT HIGH KING.
Thomas Carlyle, THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
for the Levee of the GREAT HIGH KING.
Thomas Carlyle, THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
After the attrition of thirty humdrum
years, he no longer loved her for her human qualities. He still found
her attractive because she was as self-possessed as a cat. Observed or
unobserved, wherever she was, she behaved the same, with the same rhythm
and attention, a graceful kind of selfishness, true to herself, if not
to him.
Watching her brushing her hair,
applying ineffable creams to her face and body, swiping her tablet as if
it were a mirror to her other, secret selves, or eating her small
helpings of balanced meals at the same table as him without once looking
at him, he felt he barely existed.
He was not offended.
He admired her independence and indifference to other people’s petty jealousies.
When she came home in the small hours, without telling him where she had been,
he knew better than to ask.
She was her own damned cat.
He was not offended.
He admired her independence and indifference to other people’s petty jealousies.
When she came home in the small hours, without telling him where she had been,
he knew better than to ask.
She was her own damned cat.
On balance, he suspected that she
wasn’t having sex with anyone else. She felt entitled to go where she
pleased and would despise him for thinking badly of her. Honi soit qui
mal y pense.
Showing his age, he preferred to think of the ancient chivalric motto in Sellar and Yeatman’s translation: “Honey, your silk stocking’s hanging down”.
So that’s what he said to her, and she smiled.
Noëlle Mackay, HUMAN RITES
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Showing his age, he preferred to think of the ancient chivalric motto in Sellar and Yeatman’s translation: “Honey, your silk stocking’s hanging down”.
So that’s what he said to her, and she smiled.
Noëlle Mackay, HUMAN RITES
LINK TO MAIN BLOG
Thursday, 12 April 2018
Monday, 25 December 2017
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
When the joke is over
When men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale hath had its effect....like a physician, who hath found out an infallible medicine, after the patient is dead. Jonathan Swift.
“Mrs May condemns Catalonian nationalists for 'a reckless act of separatism' that 'risks casting their people into a wholly unnecessary calamity'.”
(BBC website)
"To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom." Socrates
"There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake." Jonathan Swift
"You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday." Jonathan Swift
“It is the right of those of us who voted to remain [in the European Union] to continue to speak for what we believe is in our country’s best interest and not allow ourselves to be cowed into silence.” Ian McEwan
“Mrs May condemns Catalonian nationalists for 'a reckless act of separatism' that 'risks casting their people into a wholly unnecessary calamity'.”
(BBC website)
"To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom." Socrates
"There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake." Jonathan Swift
Truth Unacknowledged bronze sculpture by Paul Dalou (1838-1902).
Image: WGA
Image: WGA
"You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday." Jonathan Swift
“It is the right of those of us who voted to remain [in the European Union] to continue to speak for what we believe is in our country’s best interest and not allow ourselves to be cowed into silence.” Ian McEwan
Sunday, 8 October 2017
Sunday, 26 March 2017
Give back her future
The New Cosette, marching to Unite for Europe on 25 March, 2017 © Martin Hübscher
If you were young today, how would you be feeling about your future that was decided by your elders in a badly informed opinion poll last year?
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Monday, 4 January 2016
Monday, 28 December 2015
Sunday, 8 November 2015
Night reading
photo © Martin Hübscher
Woman in the middle of reading Vickie Lester's novel "It's In His Kiss".
Listen to the first chapters on Vickie Lester's blog BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD
Listen to the first chapters on Vickie Lester's blog BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD
Monday, 5 October 2015
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Monday, 25 May 2015
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Friday, 6 June 2014
contrablog (2)
"You don't call yourself a writer because you have some free time and your heart is aching....Writing is a serious activity, a profession. Not a pastime."
Simone de Beauvoir quoted by Claudine Monteil in The Beauvoir Sisters, English translation © 2004 by Marjolijn de Jager.
The same is true of painting, photography and acting.
It should mean the end of this blog....
Simone de Beauvoir quoted by Claudine Monteil in The Beauvoir Sisters, English translation © 2004 by Marjolijn de Jager.
The same is true of painting, photography and acting.
It should mean the end of this blog....
Young Woman Drawing by Marie-Denise Villers, 1801.
Metroplitan Museum, New York. Image source: Wikipedia
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Broken hopes
Hafen Hamburg Eis by Martin Hübscher ©
2010
reblogged with kind permission from Martin Hübscher Photography
Sunday, 1 September 2013
Sunday, 21 July 2013
The Gathering in a Park
Watteau: L'Assemblée dans un parc, oil on wood, 1716-17, Musée du Louvre.
Image source: WGA
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| detail of Caspar David Friedrich's Chalk Cliffs on Ruegen |
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Sunday, 4 November 2012
distemperature
drowning garden
video by Martin Huebscher Photography
...the moon (the governess of floods),
Pale in her anger, washes all the air
Pale in her anger, washes all the air
...And thorough this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter...
The seasons alter...
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Scene 1
AFTER THE STORM (A Story)
More distemperature: SPRING, SUMMER, DENIAL
AFTER THE STORM (A Story)
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