Jul 2017
.michelangelo's david? the head's too big! he looks odd, even though the celebrated statue ranks higher in celebrated status... the real competition though: is between reimenschneider's adam & donatello's david... mind you... i can depose da vinci's mona lisa too! that smile is nothing by comparison to... the sculptor? anonymous... but the smile within the framework of the ****** & child (ivory, 14th century) louvre, wipes mona lisa's smile cleanly off + the trouble of it being admired.
truly... you can own a beautiful garden,
plant as many flowers as you want,
and it will look grand...
the visual beauty the splendor...
but... what if you do not walk through
the same garden come the magnum
opus of early night during the summer,
say 11pm through to 12:30am?
all that visual beauty is not worth it...
you have walked through the garden
blind-folded: even though you can see...
why?
at night the garden becomes alive...
it starts to breathe!
and mein gott! what sweet exhalation!
flowers look pretty during the day,
and that's all they do: look pretty...
but come the night they open their pores
and release what they were harvesting
throughout the day using nothing
but sunlight and water...
the most pristine perfume house
in all of man's history...
even the humble flowers like pansies...
and if you happen to have garlic, roses,
mint, rosemary and thyme growing in
your garden... the scents are intoxicating...
perhaps the hanging gardens of
babylon existed,
but my humble garden is enough
to not unwish the myth...
a garden is truly a garden at night...
for an hour or so the flowers give off
what they were always supposed
to give off: their scents...
which will forever surpass their
visual beauty...
a garden is planted to be walked
in at night...
by day the flowers are like all
other creatures... busying themselves...
well: if not fruit? what else can a flower
give? a perfume...
but not during the day...
you can only really walk in this perfumery
at night... esp. early night...
come 11pm in the july in england.
truly... you can own a beautiful garden,
plant as many flowers as you want,
and it will look grand...
the visual beauty the splendor...
but... what if you do not walk through
the same garden come the magnum
opus of early night during the summer,
say 11pm through to 12:30am?
all that visual beauty is not worth it...
you have walked through the garden
blind-folded: even though you can see...
why?
at night the garden becomes alive...
it starts to breathe!
and mein gott! what sweet exhalation!
flowers look pretty during the day,
and that's all they do: look pretty...
but come the night they open their pores
and release what they were harvesting
throughout the day using nothing
but sunlight and water...
the most pristine perfume house
in all of man's history...
even the humble flowers like pansies...
and if you happen to have garlic, roses,
mint, rosemary and thyme growing in
your garden... the scents are intoxicating...
perhaps the hanging gardens of
babylon existed,
but my humble garden is enough
to not unwish the myth...
a garden is truly a garden at night...
for an hour or so the flowers give off
what they were always supposed
to give off: their scents...
which will forever surpass their
visual beauty...
a garden is planted to be walked
in at night...
by day the flowers are like all
other creatures... busying themselves...
well: if not fruit? what else can a flower
give? a perfume...
but not during the day...
you can only really walk in this perfumery
at night... esp. early night...
come 11pm in the july in england.
