a woman with long hair stands in an undefined place, outside of time

The future
Splits the present with the echo of my voice.

W. S. Merwin

Odilon Redon

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.

Andrei Tarkovsky

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Three

a cloud with evident need of a last word

last word cloud

you will

thank you

a white fawn in the night forest

this night, you will sleep, you will dream

Ph. Sarah Wilmer

Daybreak (Il) The blur of morning light on a long stretch of buildings

the light cast

M K Ciurlionis, 1906

I am, you are, we are overmused.

I am so sorry to hear, heart to you and your mother. 🤍

Painting b and w Clouds, geometric land forms

There is in the word, in the logos, something sacred which forbids us to gamble with it. To handle a language skilfuly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

Baudelaire, tr, Théophile Gautier

Whiting Tennis

sleep sweet

The Sleepwalker. Maximilián Pirner, 1878 Long hair, pale nightdress, she sleepwalks the window ledge

good night

Black and white photograph lighthouse in fog, dusk, in field

The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep,

Virginia Woolf

Sculpture Hypnos, god of sleep

Hypnos, god of Sleep, son of Nyx and Erebus, The Night and The Dark. It is believed Hypnos lived in a cave of poppies, in dark and in quiet, a lush platform for the dream state.

a bard (figural) on a bluebird cloud

balladeer on bluebird

shadow on wall her right hand touches the lower palm, above the wrist, of her left hand

text

Ph. Elliot Erwin

Real culture lives by sympathies and admirations, not by dislikes and disdain — under all misleading wrappings it pounces unerringly upon the human core.

William James, 1911

We are as much as we see.

Thoreau

🤍

black & white photograph a small bird atop tree by sea and sand dunes

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

Emerson

woolly full moon, dark blue sky, nothing else

wooly near-full moon in midnight blue sky

Let nothing be called natural
In an age of bloody confusion,
Ordered disorder, planned caprice,
And dehumanized humanity, lest all things
Be held unalterable!

Bertrolt Brecht, The Exception and the Rule

ash sun over landscape

Ashes
Jeremy Dyer, 2011

🖤

photograph of collage black background off-white abstract architectural fragments in foreground

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Haruki Murakami

Photograph Bare winter forest with an enormous full moon

Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon, A Druid land, a Druid tune!

Yeats

ph. unknown

Origin: Frescos in Palazzo Schifanoia Early Renaissance mythological painting (detail) of Minerva above a mythical horned ram Blue background, white horned ram, Minerva in long red dress Minerva is often depicted with symbols of peace such as the olive tree and the owl as wisdom. The poet Ovid referred to her as the ‘goddess of a thousand works.’

Allegory of March – Triumph of Minerva and Sign of Aries. (1470)

Francesco del Cossa

Yes.
and his excellent word coining