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a kind of flowers language ..

words glorious words.

delicious words.

my memory wanes and with it my ability to pull the right word at the right time. i blame it on hours on end with toddlers and their language and simple songs, so good for them, not so much for me. knowing the word i want, but not being able to pull it from that part of my brain that used to be sharp is so very frustrating. i envy writers, i wish i could string words together like some. i love the sounds of certain words. serendipity for example, and felicity, fervor. what words do you love?


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"Language forces us to perceive the world as man presents it to us…"

~ Julia Penelope


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"I am snared in the language trap

between strong emotion and a lazy tongue

I awaken, toss and turn and fall asleep

besieged by the body, a slip of the tongue.


Now I say: sea. And can’t contain it.

I say: sky. Is that where His army and all His soldiers are?

Oh no no no. I meant something else.

But I repeat the words. As I do now. Here:


I am snared in the language trap

between strong emotion and a lazy tongue

again I awaken, toss and turn and fall asleep

besieged by the body, the silliness of the tongue.


But asleep and awake I’ll knock on your door

until you open it. Open up, open up.

You’ll hear the wordless

tap tap tap,

I’m here and won’t leave until you open

and greet me and my lips part.


And even if my face were stone

and my eyes a rising river

as in the Valley of Giants or the Valley of Tears;

if my voice were a high groan

contriving to crack,

the day will come, and with it wellbeing.

Because this is between you and me:


There is speech made of silence.

An obstacle may be a path.

There is hunger that can’t be sated,

desire that can’t be starved.

There are disagreements (after agreements are signed).

A hunger in the heart, ticking, that doesn’t give up.

Clouds that make their way

to a stormy winter. There is spring, a cure.

There is a watchman on my path among the passersby,

a lit pathway from the shoreline to the stars.


Here I said: sea. Skies and soldiers.

I can contain them.

Because I desire you and many suns,

and many waters

cannot quench this.

Let me be a seal upon your heart."


© 2013, Shachar Mario Mordechai

From: Mi be-inyan shelanu

Publisher: Am Oved, Tel Aviv, 2013


© Translation: 2014, Lisa Katz

First published on Poetry International, 2014


As our language wanes and dies, the golden legends of the far-off centuries fade and pass away.

-Douglas Hyde

Architect: Holst, Bud Clark Commons, Portland Oregon

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© All rights reserved to RaYan Al ShReeFريـان الشريف


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Lens : EF 75-300mm f/4-5.6 USM


The eyes are undoubtedly the most sensitive & delicate organs we possess, & perhaps the most amazing. They present us with the window through which we view the world, & are responsible for four fifths of all the information our brain receives – which is probably why we rely on our eyesight more than any other sense.

Thailand (1998)

International mother language day

Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay.

"The symbolic view of things is a consequence of long absorption in images.

Is sign language the real language of Paradise?"


-Hugo Ball


textures by Florabella, thanks!


back from a short vacation in Maui...

missed you all, happy bokeh wednesday-

i'm off to catch up with your wonderful photostreams!

The perverse possibilities of the Barbican. You could be invisible here. You can get a notion of floating across the city.

Made up of my own photographs, magazine images and an old record sleeve.

PRESIDIO OF MONTEREY, California -- The 2017 Language Day celebration was held by the Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center at the Presidio of Monterey, May 12. Language Day is open to the public and attended by schools throughout the region to promote an understanding of diverse customs and cultures from around the world. Approximately 5,000 people attended the annual event featuring cultural displays, activities and international ethnic cuisine served by local vendors on Presidio’s Soldier Field.


The event featured a Vietnam War veterans recognition ceremony. Vietnam War lapel pins authorized by Congress were individually presented by POM Garrison Commander Col. Lawrence Brown and Garrison Command Sgt. Maj. Roberto Marshall to approximately 75 Vietnam War veterans in attendance.


Official Presidio of Monterey Web site


Official Presidio of Monterey Facebook


PHOTO by Steven L. Shepard, Presidio of Monterey Public Affairs.



"Language says: Before Language

there stands a language. Language is tainted traces

from over there.

Language says: Listen, now.

You listen: There has been

an echo.


Take silence and try to be silent.

Take words and try to speak.

Beyond language, Language is a wound

from which the world flows and flows.

Language says: Is, Is not, Is,

Is not. Language says: I.

Language says: Let’s speak you,

let’s feel you, come say

you have said."


:copyright: 1991, Amir Or

From: Panim

Publisher: Am Oved, 1991


:copyright: Translation: 1997, Irit Sela

try it this way


Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,

And shared a conversation with the housefly

in my bed.

Once I heard and answered all the questions

of the crickets,

And joined the crying of each falling dying

flake of snow,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .

How did it go?

How did it go?


Shel Silverstein

is not understandable, because we call us normal


Dhaka | 2014

Dead - A Celebration Of Mortality

26 June - 30 August 2015


Artist: Alina and Jeff Bliumis

Title: Language Barrier

Materials: resin, foam, fabric, acrylic, ink, steel, human hair


Saatchi Gallery

London, England, UK

Detail of Language piece. Polymer and reclaimed wood.

Electrical Language

Shot Of The Day: May 17, 2017



I speak to you through electrical language

Sometimes you hear me when our frequencies meet

You try to listen but you don't understand it

Turn up the rhythm and you'll pick up the beat

-- Bill Nelson


Backstory: A happy accident: a young woman staring at her phone as she walked into my shot of the erstwhile Hashtag Bar. -- TAG


Locale: Stapleton


Equipment: Nikon D5500 / AF-S DX Zoom-NIKKOR 18-70mm f/3.5-4.5G IF-ED


Be-Bop Deluxe - Electrical Language:

...a poem hidden in the heart of a flower? Perhaps we need it now, another language of flowers, one for us, for now, an urgent pause, however brief.

From: "Another Language of Flowers" by Dorothea Tanner


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