The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
A Christmas Carol, by G.K. Chesterton
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Monday, November 10, 2008
how insulting!
A friend of mine sent me a link to a strange and interesting gadget by MyHeritage, called the face recognition system. You upload a picture to the program, it scans for faces, and compares the faces in the picture to pictures of celebrities. Today I thought I'd give it a try.
I really hope that its just a fluke, and all I did wrong was upload the wrong picture (i could only find 2 pictures of myself on my computer, and in the one i used i was talking and i had on daddy's old eighties glasses. the kind that almost cover your whole face. ). or maybe i'm just in denial. anyway, here are my results:
Johnny Depp
Robbie Williams
Vin Diesel
John Williams (surely this one is just because of the glasses?)
Do you blame me for being bothered by this?
Posted by beatrice at 1:17 PM 1 comments
Labels: rant, slightly embarrasing
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
i can see the beauty
people, colours, and tin cans
rusted in a heap
brighter berries than before
only you see something
else - nobody else saw
some small beauty
in me
Posted by beatrice at 6:52 PM 1 comments
Labels: my poems
Sunday, October 12, 2008
written last year
i would paint you a world
that i could love you in
without the distraction of me
but my talent goes only
to watercolour trees
and smudged pencil trees
i would sketch a self portrait
to make you think i'm perfect
and then maybe you could love me
but i can only do so much
Posted by beatrice at 7:19 PM 2 comments
Labels: my poems
Monday, October 06, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
when the dog bites, when the bee stings
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
"Leaving aside the mysteries and the inequities of human talent, brains,
taste, and reputations, the matter of art in photography may come down to this:
it is the capture and projection of the delights of seeing; it is the defining
of observation full and felt."
-Walker Evans
Posted by beatrice at 12:18 PM 1 comments
