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Iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox.
My eyes filled with tears. "Get out."
"Pigeon," he said, taking a step toward me.
"Get OUT!" I said, grabbing the glass from the night stand and throwing it at him. He ducked, and it shattered against the wall in hundreds of tiny, glistening shards. "I hate you!
The award for the most understated booth at AWE went to Occipital, a company that Ars learned about in 2014 when it released the Structure Sensor, a Kickstarter-backed light scanner that could be attached to an iPad for 3D scans of the world around you. Outside
The pyramid shape is said to hold many secrets and amazing properties. One of them is a sense of wonder.
There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms.
In my mind's eye
Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers
a living prismatic gem that changes its colour with every change of position.
The late afternoon sun, trapped beneath a wall of pewter, stained the clouds a yellowish gray, making the sky unusually bright. It felt surreal, as if the horizon had disappeared beyond the hills. She was stranded in a world of glass.
The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.
What is a television apparatus to man, who has only to shut his eyes to see the most inaccessible regions of the seen and the never seen, who has only to imagine in order to pierce through walls and cause all the planetary Baghdads of his dreams to rise from the dust.
Travelers are fantasists, conjurers, seers - and what they finally discover is that every round object everywhere is a crystal ball: stone, teapot, the marvelous globe of the human eye.
Lou stood at the kitchen sink, her eyes unfocused on her hazy reflection in the window. Outside the sky was fading from steely blue to indigo. The mountain range beyond was a solid sheet of black, cut out by a child's sloppy scissors.
Where everyone else sees a straight line, you see a maze, and when I'm done talking to you, the maze starts to make more sense
Reply by Dove to Aly's silent inquiry
My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging around in slow motion. If I were to look into the teardrop for the next million years, I might never find out who the people are, and what they are doing.
I found the brightness of the outdoors, rectangled through large glass panels.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
the spectacle is an affirmation of appearances and an identification of all human social life with appearances. But a critique that grasps the spectacle's essential character reveals it to be a visible negation of life - a negation that has taken on a visible form.
glass, madam. He looks to see his own face, not
The lens is a tyranny.
The lens freezes time and space in what may be an optical slavery or, contrarily, the crystallization of meaning. The limits of the lens' vision are esthetically often a virtue.
...Thought lengths it, pulls
an invisible world through
a needle's eye
one detail at a time,
...
This girl: she bent reality around her like a lens bending light, she pleated it into so many flickering layers that you could never tell which one you were looking at, the longer you stared the dizzier you got.
The spectacles of experience; through them you will see clearly a second time.
By the Wyrd Throne of Glass Series
The spectacle is the nightmare of imprisoned modern society which ultimately expresses nothing more than its desire to sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of sleep.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
From the slope of Haleakala, the Old Broad watched the activity in the channel with a two-hundred-power celestial telescope and a pair of "big eyes" binoculars that looked like stereo bazookas on precision mounts that were anchored into a ton of concrete.
the wall iris
opens its buds:
before my eyes
the last spring
begins to fade
A plane of cheekbone,
we see now through a glass darkly" and
The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.
Suddenly, I found myself running along the rooftop, leaping and falling. Falling until I caught the zip-line handle and then I was zooming, flying across the sky. I released the precious glass ball, not even glancing down to see it shatter.
No glass slippers, just a glass heart shattering into a million slivers of regret.
My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita
Is it a spiral of water in the tragic gleam of a revolver, an egg, a glistening arc or the floodgate of reason, a keen ear attuned to a mineral hiss, or a turbine of algebraic formulas? (On Man Ray's first photograms, 1921.)
The room was amazing. It was all glass, including the domed roof, and in all directions it offered a view of the Atlantic Ocean stretching empty into the distance, hinting of eternity.
What's that plate that's above a saucer but below a plate?
Homage to Michael Snow's environmental sculpture 'Blind.' The film proposes analogies, in imitation of 3 historic montage styles, for three perceptual modes mimed by that work.
Spectacles are deaths Harquebuze.
[Spectacles are death's arquebuse.]
A handful of red sand from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
The World is a giant squinty eye, peeking in through the skylight, spying.
Through the windshield I
saw the mark of these
ghettos - the abundance of
beauty shops, churches,
liquor stores, and
crumbling housing - and I
felt the old fear. Through
the windshield I saw the
rain coming down in
sheets.
She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.
I'm a big fan of the rocket picture." "That's an airplane," she corrected. "Oh, so what's the slug thing underneath it?" "That's a mountain with eyes." I raised an eyebrow in question. "I was six," she said, explaining everything.
soul it shaped. Laurel
version of Amber.
panes in an attempt to get a better look at
American Sniper,
there is no better looking glass than an old friend.
Did you see more glass?
Untold stories have the power to shatter worlds made of glass.
Cal, Archer, Jenna and I managed to achieve something truly impressive: the *four-way* glance.
glassblowing?" Noah shook his head. "My
What I envisioned back in the 1970s was this thing you would wear as 'glass' over your right eye, and you could see the world though that glass. The glass then reconfigures the things you see.
What are you staring at?"
"Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
pane. "I can see what's left of our old place from
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
Through the white snow-gate of our ampitheatre, as through a frame we looked eastward upon the summit group; not a tree, not a vestige of vegetation in sight,-sky, snow and granite the only elements in this wild picture.
Spectacles. They were kind of like a hat for smart people.
Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.
Today I am a lens, a pen, a gun.
p. 1 ... Before My Eyes ... look for it on 2.11.14
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
I look out at the world through your transparent face ...
The invisible world!
facing the glass enclosure.
Glimpse is a meeting of dreamers in the silent night sky.
One lone bubble floated toward her. In its curves, she saw the reflection of every color around her, a circular prism. She was that bubble. Tossed by the win in every direction. Reflecting all the people around her, all the things happening to her. All but herself.
Visual presentation of our heritage in glass is needed.
Sometimes in the corner of my eye, I saw a girl running through the loft. A see-through girl, a silhouette. She looked the way the world looks without my glasses. Vaguely hued, indistinct. She looked the way a body looks underwater, lost in the blur of bubble and wave.
I can see clearly now,
my brain is gone.
Lucy
in a crisp block, glinting under the street lights.
A labyrinth of symbols ... An invisible labyrinth of time.
Catch my eye,tell me what you see
Wonder if they could guess it about me
Here i'm standing in a double life
One with love,one with strife
Try to act normal,and play it cool
So afraid of breaking a rule
But now i'm falling to hard to stop
Can't help but take the next drop
I'd like to look below my eyes and see not language staring back at me, not sentences or single words or awkward pen lines, but a surface clear and burnished as glass.
Mountain with a sweeping view of the mountain range. Under starlight,
Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns
Moving islands in the ocean of sky.
Beautiful white curtains in the sky,
Veiling and unveiling portions, as time passes by.
I watch clouds, when my mind feels clouded.
Olivia is a girl who sees everything.
Willow Mosby, when I look at you, all of the broken pieces fit back together.
The spectacle is a social relation between people that is mediated by an accumulation of images that serve to alienate us from a genuinely lived life. The image is thus an historical mutation of the form of commodity fetishism.
... where gradually as you peered trying to make it out gradually of all things a face appeared ...
The world globes itself in a drop of dew.
A Sibyl is a door shaped like a girl.
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
'The Panorama' is also the last place anywhere in New York where the World Trade Center still stands, whole, as it stood in the early morning of September 11. I can also see the corner where I saw the first tower fall and howled out loud. Seeing the buildings again here is uplifting, healing.
A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.
City of memories, city of mirrors.
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.
I am glimmerless.
The eye encompasses the beauty of the whole world.
In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.
It was pouring earlier, great sheets of rain, and now the clouds outside the window are crystal tipped like mountain peaks in the sky, rays emanating downward like an illustration in a children's bible.
Vibrant eyes, chocolate brown, kind. The mosaic of Bodee Lennox.
The lamp of light.
This Dewdrop World is a beautiful, courageous, intimate film about love and loss. It may also be the deepest meditation on climate change that I've ever seen.