Month: May 2016

Quentin – Melbourne CBD, Australia

“On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass: In a dream I shall fell coolness on my feet. I shall let the wind bathe my bare head. I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul; And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy, Through the countryside – as happy as if I were With a woman” – Sensation by Arthur Rimbaud

Simon – Caulfield, Melbourne, Australia

“And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream. That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.  And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn. That of its charms divests the dewy lawn, And robs each flow’ret of its gem – and dies; A cobweb, hiding disappointment’s thorn, Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise. And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound? That dark mysterious name of horrid sound? A long and lingering sleep the weary crave. And Peace? Where can its happiness abound? Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave. Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise. A thing to be desired it cannot be; Since everything that meets our foolish eyes Give proof sufficient of its vanity. ‘Tis but a trial all must undergo, To teach unthankful mortals how to prize That happiness vain man’s denied to know, …