onsdag 22 juni 2011

William Blake and skeleton boy

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

tisdag 21 juni 2011

1744


There’s this fish that lives at the bottom of the ocean and it has a spine sticking out of its head to lure prey. The females are the glowing ones and the males are smaller. After the male fish hatch, they bite onto a female, like parasites. But after a while they grow into each other and share the same blood and everything… They turn into one single fish.

söndag 19 juni 2011

By Katarina Soskic#2



Bruising#2

lördag 18 juni 2011

amazing





By Katarina Soskic

fredag 3 juni 2011

Dreams of Life


ligger hemma ensam och tittar på den alldeles, alldeles underbara filmen om och med Patti Smith. Efter att ha sett det här blir jag bara ännu mer mållös av hennes sätt att viga sitt liv åt konsten och människan. Helt otroligt punkt