S W O O N D

9.02.2009

Swoonage at its peak. I could just keel over and die from all the gorgeousness. Have any of you actually been there and seen this? Did you just keel over and die from all the gorgeousness? Did you? I bet you did.

Everything in Italy that is particularly elegant and grand borders upon insanity and absurdity
or at least is reminiscent of childhood.

- Alexander Herzen

:image venice daily photo, palazzo zenobio, dorsoduro district, venice

8 comments:

inspyrs said...: EPIC!; 9/04/2009
Jane Flanagan said...: Wow. My mouth is wide open. Such soaring beauty.; 9/04/2009
The Clever Pup said...: Wow, just dripping with colour.; 9/04/2009
Jen said...: Yet another reason I want to return to Venice.

Sigh.

So beautiful!; 9/04/2009
Passementerie said...: How jaw-droppingly spectacular. No... I haven't been, but you have definitely inspired an addition to my list of must-see places for my next trip to Venice.; 9/05/2009
Luisa Perkins said...: I haven't been to Venice. Yet.; 9/06/2009
wide open spaces said...: I never such a place existed. off the charts.; 9/13/2009
(IN)DECOROUS TASTE said...: I've been to Venice several times, stayed in Dursoduro and have NEVER seen this?!?! Venice is full of amazing surprises.

Love your blog by the way, just stumbled on it today.

X Lauren
http://www.indecoroustaste.com/; 9/27/2009

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- w. b. yeats

sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

- tom robbins

the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life