"Whenever the movement softened or there was stillness, the drama of the dance increased."

Andrew Boynton on choreographer Karole Armitage’s return to Dance Theatre Workshop, now expanded to the larger and better-equipped theatre, New York Live Arts: http://nyr.kr/Wb0DCL (via newyorker)

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allthingseurope:

Tuscany, Italy (by Gleb Tarro)

allthingseurope:

Tuscany, Italy (by Gleb Tarro)

centuriespast:


Great Pyramid and Sphinx
Francis Frith (British, 1822–1898)
1855-98. Albumen silver print
MoMA

centuriespast:

Great Pyramid and Sphinx

Francis Frith (British, 1822–1898)

1855-98. Albumen silver print

MoMA

allthingseurope:

Picardy, France (by Ombre&Lumiere)

allthingseurope:

Picardy, France (by Ombre&Lumiere)

centuriespast:


Erechteheion, the Acropolis, Athens
D. Constantin (Greek)
1860-69. Albumen silver print from a glass negative
MoMA

centuriespast:

Erechteheion, the Acropolis, Athens

D. Constantin (Greek)

1860-69. Albumen silver print from a glass negative

MoMA

Dreams

     There is a waiting place where all my good dreams go

For a time when all my wobbly world starts turning slow.

Inlaid with Kings and dragons making angel’s wings in snow,

Butterflies kiss drifting in the garden, grove and meadow.

     Hands of children shake yours as you pass on by,

Taking time to talk and care to hear the reasons that you cry.

Setting suns cast rainbows and they tickle your left eye,

Rain only pours when snuggling in your bed you lie.

And Christmas happens, but only once a year should sigh.

     Candies topple from golden cups and creaky rusty drains!

And the only essays passed-about fly on paper cranes.

Your simple white clothes ne’er crinkle, tare nor stain.

And wild tigers prove ever-willing pets to train.

      Goblins bowed over, writing poems of love on their desks.

Wizards waving here and flitting there fixing all the mess.

Solemn Queens and Kings oft duel, but only over chess.

And every day a new ball to which to wear your dress.

     Fairies, never fairer, illuminate your path at night.

Princes, ever proper, hold you in their arms so tight.

Ladies how-do-you-do, curtsey, and are ever just so right.

The hero wins with heart and valor, which ever-conquers might!

       Where dancing fits possess you and no passer-by stares,

In fact they beg to join the disco, that funky music flares!

Angry bellows are never heard falling up the stairs!

Up and up, into the air are the morning’s silly cares.

      Do not you know this land as well my friend?

Can you not see a path of thoughts that truly has no end?

      Then I’m so sorry for you’ve lost your land of joy and fun to start,

You cannot not see the beauty that I hold in head and heart.

Your potentials find your limit with each explanation you impart,

As you push you from what a wonder world, of which we all depart.

     But please don’t make me brave the tides to join the flocks with you!

I need some to time to say goodbyes and see this once more through.

I’m not equipped yet to be bereft of magic, ghosts and clouds,

Of children playing round-and-round in voices, oh so loud!

      I will not leave the safety where my deserted island stands

Known as Never-never, buried treasure, covered with toasted sands.

      I can’t see my dream’s thieves, by whom my visions are plundered.

Those torrent waves of calm from which I’m torn asunder.

How dare you stir me from my tender slumber!

The embers ever fading with the constant thunder.

      Pounding outside myself, roaring, shouting for attention!

I hold fast to that ending reverie; after a waking dream’s prevention.

The temple of Hera at Agrigento. The rival of Athens in the ancient times, with the building of the Valley of the Temples. 
This land quiets the soul and you are humbled by the beauty of the celery green sea in the distance, the ancient yellow temples so alien to you, the pink almond blossoms dancing and a jasmine sent that you cannot catch but teases the senses in a spring valley.
The Gods do seem exist here and are waiting like the earth for your acknowledgment, neither humble or hostile, simply knowing that you will pay homage to them, because they deserve it. But they only live in these decaying stones where they were once relevant. 
Does a soul ever seem to leave a place?

The temple of Hera at Agrigento. The rival of Athens in the ancient times, with the building of the Valley of the Temples. 

This land quiets the soul and you are humbled by the beauty of the celery green sea in the distance, the ancient yellow temples so alien to you, the pink almond blossoms dancing and a jasmine sent that you cannot catch but teases the senses in a spring valley.

The Gods do seem exist here and are waiting like the earth for your acknowledgment, neither humble or hostile, simply knowing that you will pay homage to them, because they deserve it. But they only live in these decaying stones where they were once relevant. 

Does a soul ever seem to leave a place?

"And the most glorious exploits do not always furnish us with the clearest discoveries of virtue or vice in men; sometimes a matter of less moment, an expression or a jest, informs us better of their characters and inclinations, than the most famous sieges, the greatest armaments, or the bloodiest battles whatsoever. Therefore as portrait-painters are more exact in the lines and features of the face in which the character is seen, than in the other parts of the body, so I must be allowed to give my more particular attention to the marks and indications of the souls of men, and while I endeavor by these to portray their lives, may be free to leave more weighty matters and great battles to be treated of by others."

— Life of Alexander- Plutarch

love the Moroccan theme

love the Moroccan theme

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trippy

trippy

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allthingseurope:

Karlsruhe, Germany (by Johannes Brock Fotografie)

allthingseurope:

Karlsruhe, Germany (by Johannes Brock Fotografie)

a-l-ancien-regime:

Fantasy landscape with architecture also called decorative fountain with a statue of Hercules
Jacques de Lajoue (1687-1761)
Paris, musée du Louvre

a-l-ancien-regime:

Fantasy landscape with architecture also called decorative fountain with a statue of Hercules

Jacques de Lajoue (1687-1761)

Paris, musée du Louvre

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looks like the house from Vicky Christina Barcelona! 

looks like the house from Vicky Christina Barcelona! 

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