Forgotten Words
I’ve forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I’ve forgotten them, and now I’m talking to you without them.”
Marguerite Duras, Emily L.
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beautiful – the soft radiating light is so enchanting
June 17, 2013 at 3:45 pm
Thank you. I was lucky with the light. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 3:49 pm
Literature may, but visual art doesn’t need to have a word.
As our perception, and the each parts of brain are
completely different anyway. 😉
June 17, 2013 at 4:10 pm
I agree. And yes, images and language are stored in different parts of the brain.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
And well-chosen words they are, Melanie….I find myself in the same situation out in the canyons and mountains sometimes…beholding a vista that is breath-taking…beyond simple or grand superlatives…indeed beyond our words for expression……an understandable sentiment with your image here, too…..so very nice…..
June 17, 2013 at 4:21 pm
Thank you very much, Scott, for this lovely comment.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
You are most welcome. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 4:22 pm
Very dreamlike – love the way it works with the text. There but not there.
June 17, 2013 at 5:54 pm
A wonderful description, I love that. Thank you, Richard.
June 18, 2013 at 3:50 pm
This is stunning, Melanie.
June 17, 2013 at 9:18 pm
Thank you, Maralee!
June 18, 2013 at 3:51 pm
It looks like it is glowing and radiating its own light.
June 17, 2013 at 9:19 pm
I agree; that’s exactly what caught my eye about it. I’m glad I was able to capture it.
June 18, 2013 at 3:51 pm
I love that quote. No words needed, just your silken image. : )
June 18, 2013 at 2:22 am
Thank you very much, Karen.
June 18, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Just a beautiful combination of words and dreamy photo 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 8:39 am
Thank you, Seonaid.
June 18, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Marguerite is the French word for daisy.
June 18, 2013 at 11:56 am
Yes. Perhaps on another day I’ll pair up Duras and a daisy. 🙂
June 18, 2013 at 3:53 pm
Yes, and you can drink a margarita when you do. Also, if you split up her last name you have dur as, meaning ‘hard ace.’
June 18, 2013 at 5:27 pm