for tomorrow, as i prepare for a rare visit by the biological family for brunch here ---- you can't even tell it's been licked by the dog, can you?
Posted by tomitron at 5/09/2009 07:20:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
3 comments:
that's really beautiful - wish I were there to have coffee and dog with it!
There is some icing on the plate missing on the left side.
Paul
actually what looks like icing is the fired glaze on the plate
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