- William Wordsworth
Are you righteous? Kind? Does your confidence lie in this? Are you loved by all? Know that I was, too. Do you imagine your suffering will be any less because you loved goodness and truth?
The Thin Red Line (1998)
Jim 6-17-2013 - by Karen of sendmeyourhead.com
Two years after subbing it, I got a lovely email from Karen that she had painted a portrait based off a pic of me when I was sporting a handlebar a few years back. Kind and welcomed surprise of the week.
A Liberian boy, displaced from home in conflict, walks down the center line of a main Monrovian street on July 15, 2003, just outside a refugee camp in Monrovia. Hundreds of thousands of Liberians converged onto the capital, fleeing fighting in the bush. Their influx exacerbated a health and sanitation nightmare in the city, which lacks electricity and a water system. (Chris Hondros)
“Untitled 5”, 2011
By: MARTINA LINDQVIST….
all pictures by Tim Hetherington
I´ll go on with Tim Hetherington (british, b. 1970 - d. 2011), who
was killed by shrapnel fired by lybian forces while covering the 2011 Lybian civil war. My chosen pictures were all taken in conflict areas, mainly Lybia, Liberia and Sierra Leone. But also Afghanistan (4th image) and Angola (8th). His images are pretty emotional and disillusioning, but shot in a beautiful way. I especially like the ligting in the first (Sierra Leone. Freetown. December, 2001. Portraits of pupils at the Mitlon Margai School for the Blind.), third (from Portraits of the Blind) and fifth (Scenes from outpost Restrepo in Afghanistan) picture. Also the ghostly one (Liberia. 2006.) is quiet interesting in terms of light and effects.
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
Ellen Bass, The Thing Is (via thegreatfiresoflove)
Im in love with this.
—Franz Wright, from “Untitled” in Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
