Sunday, November 30, 2008

Levels, choices


This photograph could be interpreted in many ways. What are your thoughts?

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The great things in life are what they seem to be. And for that reason, strange as it may sound to you, often are very difficult to interpret (understand). Great passion are for the great of souls. Great events can only be seen by people who are on a level with them. We think we can have our visions for nothing. We cannot. Even the finest and most self-sacrificing visions have to paid for. Strangely enough, that is what makes them fine.
~ Oscar Wilde

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your photograph artfully reminds
that house structure re-enacts
a first game
of pick-up-sticks,
possible useful geometries
unlike school calculations about
right angles/
potentials & potencies
swim through dreams
of wood grain &
the poet in the photograph
swims
in his imagination to a future dweller
opening a door
to a house latent within this frame
& helps him push that door
ajar/

Katie said...

The house is really coming along! I hope he's trying to decide whether to put in a secret room somewhere. Now's the time!

Ms M said...

Katie, you're right! Every house needs a secret room.
They actually have the wallboard up by now. I'll have to post an update.

And Anon, thank you once again for your exquisite poetry...