#Photography #Korea
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in April, 2013, along my walk from my apartment to where I worked, in the Ilsan district in Goyang City (경기도 고양시 일산서구).
#Photography #Korea
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture in April, 2013, along my walk from my apartment to where I worked, in the Ilsan district in Goyang City (경기도 고양시 일산서구).
The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as if there was no book, Except that the reader leaned above the page, Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom The summer night is like a perfection of thought. The house was quiet because it had to be. The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind: The access of perfection to the page. And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world, In which there is no other meaning, itself Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself Is the reader leaning late and reading there. - Wallace Stevens (American poet, 1879-1955)
ㅁ Machines were made of words and stuff, they seemed to learn to think; and over time they seemed to rule, and human fate would sink.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.