Photograph by Nina Leen, 1952. Source: LIFE Photo Archive, hosted by Google.
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VanholtVi
Oscar Wilde, “Requiescat”
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.(submitted by joelpublic)
GRIMES……..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chaplin
“ We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
Orson Welles
James Dean reading
Magnes (Poland)
This weeks cover Magnes from Poland.
Not only is Tomek Bochenski designing Magnes (a weekly cultural supplement of the Polish Dziennik Polski paper) but also doing all the artwork himself.
And hear this, Tomek just won a silver award, and award of excellence at the Society for News Design (USA) category Best News Design… CONGRATS!
