ILLUMINATION OF OTHER PEOPLE'S EYES
Sharing pictures, poems and quotes that I love.
Yvonne (I.S.T)
Photos by Ivona Stimac Trontelj, all rights reserved.
A mind that is stretched by
new experiences
can never go back
to its old dimensions.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes -
WATCH HER DISAPPEAR
Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard
A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tango
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
- Tom Waits -
This life we've been given, this love within us, our capacity for feeling ecstasy and giving joy - these are nothing short of divine. The problem is, too often we take it all for granted.
Life can seem so "ordinary" that our senses become dulled. We keep looking for some extra zip to our lives, some glass of champagne, when all around is pure drinking water.
-Philip Toshio Sudo-
CRUISING
Remember it like this: for once
we’re drifting down the stream incredulous and free,
your bare arms caught in sunlight and your hair
made incandescent by the breeze.
No one we know would think of coming here
to watch the ripples parting in our wake.
And so we let the perfect words escape.
You know as well as I do nothing holds:
the summer glitters briefly
then moves on; the children waving from the bank
turn into adults when the waving’s done.
That’s why we shouldn’t interrupt the dream
or misconstrue it.
I’m waiting on the landing-stage,
your ticket in my hand – The destination left to chance;
our route unknown, unplanned.
It starts somewhere in the city of love
and on the river running throught it.
- Ian Parks -
INTESTINAL FORTITUDE
I looked at you
as you looked at her
You were hypnotized, intoxicated by her beauty
She was the one you wanted,
but out of your reach
You wanted to embrace her perfection
At least for a second, you thought
So, you simply ran your fingers
through her silky hair
and gently touched her back
and then she left
The salutary effect she caused in you
encumbered me down
I looked at you
as you looked at her
That spectacular pageantry left us both lonely
I wanted you as you wanted her
So, I ran my fingers through your curly hair
and gently touched your hand
You left possessed by her grandness
I looked at you the way
You looked at her
- Yvonne (Ivona Stimac Trontelj) -
She said: I'll never let you out of my sight again. I'm going to keep on looking at you and never stop."
And after a pause: "I get scared when my eye blinks. Scared that during that second when my gaze is switched off, a snake or a rat or another man could slip into your place."
He tried to raise himself a little to touch her with his lips.
She shook her head: "No, I just want to look at you."
And then: "I'm going to leave the lamp on all night. Every night."
- Milan Kundera (Identitity) -
You are always a distance
from me - I try
to get close.
I step quietly,
find your shape. Say
to myself: hide, desire.
Yours are not the kind of hands
to catch this kind of bird.
- Ailish Hopper -
I begin to suspect, when I am with you, that I am among the most gifted of men. I am filled with the delight of youth, with potency, with the sense of what is to come.
I regain the sense of the complexity and the reality and the struggle, for which I thank you.
- Virginia Woolf (The Waves) -
THE NIGHT
You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
It's too dark to see the landmarks.
I don't want your good luck charms.
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.
Lilah, you're the possibility.
You're the bedtime story.
The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
Unknown the unlit world of old.
You're the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow.
Another world outside my door.
Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own.
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams
at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball.
The battle of the earth of the angels.
The shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars.
See there is something in the yard. It's awful dark.
With the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer.
- Morphine -
We are always asked
to understand the other
person's viewpoint
no matter how out-dated
foolish or obnoxious.
- Charles Bukowski -
ZEALOT
There is no tangibility
in our aerospace, I know.
I must abscond for a while.
When I come back,
hope you'll leave the door ajar.
- Yvonne (Ivona Stimac Trontelj) -
