domingo, 28 de abril de 2013

Photos - Fotos: Aline Smithson - People I Don’t Know - Links


 Aline Smithson 








People I Don’t Know

I continue to be fascinated with found photographs. For 25 years, I have collected photographs found on the ground. Recently I have been drawn to more formal portraits culled from dusty cardboard boxes in thrift stores or ratty suitcases at flea markets. There in an innate sadness connected to these photographs. Who are they? What are their stories? How did these photographs end up unloved, not with their families, discarded?

I decided to give them a chance to live again, to be seen again, to be considered part of our collective whole. In order to infuse life into the images, I asked people of the same gender and approximate age to hold the photograph, leaving room for the viewer to connect the living to those who have passed on. I feel a quiet satisfaction that they got to see the sun and the stars again, be held again, and be recognized with love and dignity.















Photos - Fotos: Aline Smithson - People I Don’t Know  - Links

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Poetry: William Blake - The Little Boy Lost - The Little Boy Found - Laughing Song - Links to poetry WB in English y Espanol



THE LITTLE BOY LOST

‘Father, father, where are you going?
O do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.’

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.



THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.

He kissed the child, and by the hand led,
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,
Her little boy weeping sought.



LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing ‘Ha ha he!’

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of ‘Ha ha he!’


Poetry: William Blake - The Little Boy Lost - The Little Boy Found - Laughing Song - Links poetry WB in English y Espanol



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Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano.

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Poetry - Poesia: Gilbert Keith Chesterton - To the unknown warrior - Al guerrero desconocido - Bio Links



To the unknown warrior

You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
Fame without name and glory without gossip,
Whom no biographer befouls with praise.


Who said of you "Defeated"? In the darkness
The dug-out where the limelight never comes,
Nor the big drum of Barnum's show can shatter
That vibrant stillness after all the drums.

Though the time comes when every Yankee circus
Can use our soldiers for its sandwich-men,
When those that pay the piper call the tune,
You will not dance. You will not move again.

You will not march for Fatty Arbuckle,
Though he have yet a favourable press,
Tender as San Francisco to St. Francis
Or all the angels of Los Angeles.

They shall not storm the last unfallen fortress,
The lonely castle where uncowed and free,
Dwells the unknown and undefeated warrior
That did alone defeat Publicity.



Al guerrero desconocido

Tú, a quien saludaron los reyes; quien no se negó
Al gran placer de innobles días,
Fama sin nombre y gloria sin murmuraciones,
Y a quien ningún biógrafo profanó con alabanza.

¿Quién te llamó "Derrotado"? En la oscuridad,
La trinchera a donde nunca llega la luz del foco,
Ni el gran tambor del show de Barnum puede retumbar,
Inquietante vibración después de tantos tambores.

Aunque llegará el tiempo en que cada circo yanqui
Pueda valerse de nuestros soldados para hacer sandwiches humanos,
Como quien al flautista paga por tocar una melodía.
Tú ya no bailarás. No te moverás de nuevo.

No marcharás para Fatty Arbuckle,
Aunque todavía tiene buena prensa,
San Francis es tan tierno como San Francisco
O como los ángeles son a Los Ángeles.

No atacarán el último reducto,
Del castillo solitario y libre,
Morada del guerrero desconocido e invicto.
Eso sólo la Publicidad lo avasalló.


Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Gran Bretaña, 1874-1936)






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My blogs are an open house to all cultures, religions and countries. Be a follower if you like it, with this action you are building a new culture of tolerance, open mind and heart for peace, love and human respect.

Thanks :)


Mis blogs son una casa abierta a todas las culturas, religiones y países. Se un seguidor si quieres, con esta acción usted está construyendo una nueva cultura de la tolerancia, la mente y el corazón abiertos para la paz, el amor y el respeto humano.

Gracias :)