I stayed with friends in Exeter last weekend. The weather was very changeable, indeed that part of England was hit by harsh storms and floods. Between rain showers on Saturday, we visited the cathedral. Almost as soon as we entered the building, the sun came out, creating gorgeous light and shadows within…
To see photos of my trip to Exeter from last year, go here.
I’ve seen the eyes of living dead…
All sense of freedom gone…
Like having a black sun in a white world.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
It’s all sex and death as far as I can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that’s all we’ve ever needed to know,
‘Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Dead Can Dance
The tree, with its branches reaching up into the sky, and roots deep into the earth, can be seen to dwell in three worlds – a link between heaven, the earth, and the underworld, uniting above and below. It is also both a feminine symbol, bearing sustenance; and a masculine, phallic symbol – another union.
He likes the poor things of the world the best,
I would not, therefore, if I could be rich.
It pleases him to stoop for buttercups.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV.
Camera Obscure 