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The global salon for iphonic art and iphone photography.

April 20, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Roger Guetta ~ Acquired Taste

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Roger Guetta ~ Acquired Taste

From blossoms
released
by the moonlight,
from an
aroma of exasperated
love,
steeped in fragrance,
yellowness
drifted from the lemon tree,
and from its plantarium
lemons descended to the earth.

Tender yield!
The coasts,
the markets glowed
with light, with
unrefined gold;
we opened
two halves
of a miracle,
congealed acid
trickled
from the hemispheres
of a star,
the most intense liqueur
of nature,
unique, vivid,
concentrated,
born of the cool, fresh
lemon,
of its fragrant house,
its acid, secret symmetry.

Knives
sliced a small
cathedral
in the lemon,
the concealed apse, opened,
revealed acid stained glass,
drops
oozed topaz,
altars,
cool architecture.

So, when you hold
the hemisphere
of a cut lemon
above your plate,
you spill
a universe of gold,
a yellow goblet
of miracles,
a fragrant nipple
of the earth’s breast,
a ray of light that was made fruit,
the minute fire of a planet.

Pablo Neruda, Ode To The Lemon

Losing Touch by Empathy Test

April 19, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} T. Wendell Peek ~ Ode To The Primal Code

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T. Wendell Peek ~ Ode To The Primal Code

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. St. Augustine described the nature of God as a circle whose centre was everywhere, and its circumference nowhere. We are all our lifetime reading the copious sense of this first of forms. One moral we have already deduced, in considering the circular or compensatory character of every human action. Another analogy we shall now trace; that every action admits of being outdone. Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

This fact, as far as it symbolizes the moral fact of the Unattainable, the flying Perfect, around which the hands of man can never meet, at once the inspirer and the condemner of every success, may conveniently serve us to connect many illustrations of human power in every department.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Circles

Happy Sunday.

Jonathan Crow calls Samuel Beckett’s only movie – titled, simply, Film – “enigmatic, bleakly funny and very, very odd”:

The 17-minute silent short is essentially a chase movie between the camera and the main character O  – as in object. Film opens with O cowering from the gaze of a couple he passes on the street. Meanwhile, the camera looms just behind his head. At his stark, typically Beckettesque flat, O covers the mirror, throws his cat and his chihuahua outside and even trashes a picture — the only piece of decoration in the flat — that seems to be staring back at him. Yet try as he might, O ultimately can’t quite evade being observed by the gaze of the camera. …

Read more at The Dish

In case you want a song instead …

Round And Round (It Won’t Be Long) by Neil Young

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

It’s hard enough losin’
the paper illusion
you’ve hidden inside,
Without the confusion
of findin’ you’re usin’
the crutch of the lie
To shelter your pride when you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

Now you’re movin’ too slow
and wherever you go
there’s another beside.
It’s so hard to say no
to yourself and it shows
that you’re losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

How the hours will bend
through the time that you spend
till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend
looking over the end
and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

April 18, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Paul Toussaint ~ Wonderful

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Wonderful by Paul Toussaint

I told Paul I needed a good drag queen picture to go with this video I stumbled across. Of course he had the perfect one at his fingertips.

I have no idea what this person was thinking when he made this video:

If you are unacquainted with Ed Wood, whose first movie was Glen or Glenda, here is a trailer for that movie. I highly recommend the Johnny Depp film, Ed Wood, by the way. Based on the true story of Ed Wood, Bela Lugosi, Vampira, Tor, and the rest of the enchanting Hollywood crew who made the weirdest and worst movies of all time.

April 17, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Natali Prosvetova ~ 5 seconds to earth

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Natali Prosvetova ~ 5 seconds to earth

When I Was Young by The Animals

The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
And times were very hard
When I was young

I smoked my first cigarette at ten
And for girls, I had a bad yen
And I had quite a ball
When I was young

When I was young,
it was more important
Pain more pain for
Laughter much louder
Yeah, when I was young
When I was young

I met my first love at thirteen
She was brown and I was pretty green
And I learned quite a lot when I was young
When I was young

When I was young,
it was more important
Pain more pain for
Laughter much louder
Yeah, when I was young
When I was young

My faith was so much stronger then
I believed in fellow men
And I was so much older then
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young

April 17, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Stillness

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Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Stillness

There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
‘ T is the seal, despair, –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.

                —Emily Dickinson

April 16, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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{daily pic} Fiona Christian ~ Cherry Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms by Fiona Christian
Cherry Blossoms by Fiona Christian

Cherry Blossom by Fiona Christian

Four haikus

From all directions
Winds bring petals of cherry
Into the bird pond.

Under the image
of Buddha these spring flowers
Seem somewhat tiresome.

The leafless cherry,
Old as a toothless woman,
Blooms in flowers,
Mindful of its youth.

The oak tree stands
noble on the hill even in
cherry blossom time

—Basho

Cherry Blossoms by Sakura

April 16, 2014
by Knox Bronson
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P1xels back up. P1xelEx not working. This is the old site, not the new one.

Hi. I’ve decided to put P1xels back online. You may recall it was supposed to be back up Sept. 1, 2013. Unfortunately, we discovered a lot of issues with the huge database that had to be addressed and there were all sorts of other problems. The amazing new site is almost done, but we long ago burned through what funds I was able to raise. My developer has donated all the free time he can. I am looking for a way to finance completion.

The PixelEx app is not working anymore and we don’t know why. It should be. I am writing to the developer to see if it is easily fixed.

I am not sure what to do about submissions. I may begin posting the Daily Pic I’ve been doing on Tumblr here instead. I find Tumblr very clunky and not conducive to my kind of posts. And search on Tumblr is a joke.

I’ll be sending out an email to everybody shortly concerning recent developments.

I am happy to have P1xels back up. If we do manage to get PixelEx working again, please be aware that when we switch over to the new site, pictures posted here from this day forth will most likely have to be reposted there after we go live.

—Knox