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| Mara Bratoš: Self-nudes in the woods, 1996. |
At last you yielded up the album, which,
Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages
Matt and glossy on the thick black pages!
Too much confectionery, too rich:
I choke on such nutritious images.
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But o, photography! as no art is,
Faithful and disappointing! that records
Dull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,
And will not censor blemishes
Like washing-lines, and Halls'-Distemper boards...
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In every sense empirically true!
Or is it just the past ? Those flowers, that gate,
These misty parks and motors, lacerate
Simply by being over; you
Contract my heart by looking out of date.
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In short, a past that no one now can share,
No matter whose your future; calm and dry,
It holds you like a heaven, and you lie
Unvariably lovely there,
Smaller and clearer the years go by.
Lines on a Young Lady`s Photograph Album
by Philip Larkin
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| Mara Bratoš: Self-nudes in the woods, 1996. |
Time and Youth- two great friends.
Running faster the older they get...
Photography- a lady`s favourite deception.
A frozen moment of Time and Youth when they were still children...
Make the best of your Time and Youth this week!
Love, Matea & Martina
