saw this vid and immediately thought of 'light'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObRtHOZ3384&feature=related
i like my thumbs better.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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hookah love
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Love
"But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world:
Else none at all in ought proves excellent."
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world:
Else none at all in ought proves excellent."
"Love's Labour's Lost" is one of favorite plays by Shakespeare and this monologue is probably my favorite description of love. This monologue is spoken by Biron to convince the other Prince's that their oath to forswear women for three years is pretty unattainable since they all just fell in love with the visiting Princesses. I liked Kenneth Branagh's musical movie he did of this play in the late 90's.
This picture was inspired by and dedicated to my beautiful wife whom I love so dearly.
Friday, January 15, 2010
'Love'
This was a real quickie that I whipped up Friday night, just so I could say I made a drawing jam this week. Despite a fried computer, replacement parts, a bad hard drive, and many hours of cursing the hardware for not working correctly, my dog reminded me that you can be perfectly happy without all of that. :)
(I'll try to get a real one up for next week :b)
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