Monika. Estonia, XVII.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, -
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Accent à droite, bitch.
Grimm and Other Folk Tales
by Cory Godbey
- Starving boy and missionary
- Inside an Auschwitz Gas Chamber
- Heart Surgeon after 23 hour long (SUCCESSFUL) heart transplant. His assistant is sleeping in the corner.
- A Fire fighter gives water to a Koala during the devastating Black Saturday Bush fires in Victoria Australia in 2009.
- Zanjeer the dog saves thousands of lives during Mumbai serial blasts in March 1993. By detecting more than 3,329 KGS of the explosive RDX, 600 Detonators, 249 Hand Grenades and 6,406 rounds of live ammunition. He was buried with full honors in 2000.
- Man falling from the World Trade Center on 911.
- Alcoholic father with his son.
- A dog named “Leao” “sits for a second consecutive day at the grave of her owner who died in the disastrous Land slides near Rio De Janiero in 2011
- A WW2 Russian Tank Veteran finally found the old tank in which he passed through the entire war. Standing in a small Russian Town Monument.
- An Afghan man offers Tea to a soldiers
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"What appears in the pictures was the subject’s decision, not mine. I took what they presented—delicate moments—unadorned and unglamorous, yet tender and exquisite. —Ray Metzker
Belgium isn’t a land of sunshine and smiles, but there is a no-nonsense, hardworking attitude that I’ve always respected. It’s this commonsensical approach to life that I see in the work of Belgian photographer, Jacques Sonck, who is currently on exhibit at L. Parker Stephenson Photographs here in NYC. Sonck, who trained as a photographer, did the practical thing in life: he got a job shooting images at the Culture Department of the Province of Antwerp. For 35 years he photographed their exhibition catalogs and earned a living, while doing his own personal work on the side.
Looking at his images, we can conjure the influences of Arbus and Penn, but Sonck’s images are not derivative. He is straightforward and unapologetic about what he’s doing. He’s a skilled photographer who has no personal interest, at all, in the lives of his sitters. Indeed, he often doesn’t even know their names. What he’s after is the transcendence found in any great portrait. That is, the notion that through the alchemy of photographer and subject, the photograph, itself, elevates their brief experience into something greater that we can engage and project ourselves onto. They are looking at us, we are looking at them, and we are all looking at each other. —Lane Nevares
Cleaning my room requires a minimum of three dance numbers, two emotional break downs and one epiphany. sacrifice is optional.