T.S.Eliot wrote in "Four
Quartets" that home "is where one starts from. . .we shall not cease from
exploration/and the end of all our exploring/will be to arrive where we
started/and know the place for the first time."
Friday, October 21, 2005
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- TSUL TRIM PICTURES
- My students paintings
- Jerome- Murat
- Jalil-Zia poor's Art
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- Persian Underground Radio Station!
- Mohamad reza lotfi-Hushang Ebtehaj
- The painting that doesnt exist anymore. . . :(
- Ahmad Shamlu
- the Moon and the Leopard
- . . .In this painting two people are seated on the...
- some distances are important. . .
- self-portraite
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2 Comments:
Katy joon,
I think there is a lot of wisdom in these words! My personal interpretation of this message is that home is not so much a place, but more a time. As we grow older we seek to regain the magic that we felt as children. I have a vivid memory that involves a place and a time, though. I was about five years old. One day, I was playing in the neighbor's back yard. They had a swing set that included two hanging ropes with rings on the ends (similar to gymnastic rings that male gymnasts use). It was late afternoon and the sun was low in the sky, appearing very large and red. I was hanging from the rings and alternately turning slow flips forwards and backwards. I paused briefly between each flip and looked at the bright red sun through closed eyelids. The light entered my eyes filtered through the skin of my lids and I had a feeling of magical wonderment as I hung there. I have never forgotten this experience and I have thought many times that when I am old and dying, this will be one of the last things that cross my mind as I slip away into oblivion.
I have to think about this...you might be right.
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