"China Gates" - John Adams
Nation of Language - "Wounds of Love"
Mary Cassat and Slim Aarons
"Hunter" - Jess Williamson
Jackson C. Frank - "Blues run the game"
Coronation Cross
“…The back of the cross is adorned with words from the last sermon of St. David, the patron saint of Wales, in Welsh: "Byddwch lawen. Cadwch y ffydd. Gwnewch y pethau bychain," translating to: ‘Be joyful. Keep the faith. Do the little things.’”
From "Tender is the Night"
“…His love for Nicole and Rosemary, his friendship with Abe North, with Tommy Barban in the broken universe of the war’s ending—in such contacts the personalities had seemed to press up so close to him that he became the personality itself—there seemed some necessity of taking all or nothing; it was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved—so easy to be loved—so hard to love.”
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Ferris Wheel" - Possessed by Paul James
Cecily Brown - "Carnival and Lent" (2006-2008)
Two Details from Cecily Brown's "Carnival and Lent" (2006-2008)
Broadcast - "Tender Buttons"
Synecdoche, New York
Easter
“In the old days, on Easter night, the Russian peasants used to carry the blessed fire home from church. The light would scatter and travel in all directions through the darkness, and the desolation of the night would be pierced and dispelled as lamps came on in the windows of the farmhouses one by one.”
- Thomas Merton
On the sadness of Easter, from "Crossroads"
Into Russ’s throat came the sadness of life’s brevity, the sadness of the sunless hour, the sadness of Easter. God was telling him very clearly what to do. He had to stay in Many Farms, where Keith had lived since 1960, so he could visit Keith and keep an eye on Perry. In light of Keith’s condition, his wish to enjoy sex with a person not Marion seemed even more trivial, and he’d been insane to imagine it happening in Arizona. He’d let himself forget how bleak the reservation was in late winter, how demanding it was to lead a work camp.
And yet, when he thought of doing God’s will, at the cost of his week with Frances on the mesa, he felt unbearably sorry for himself. It was strange that self-pity wasn’t on the list of deadly sins; none was deadlier.
- Jonathan Franzen, Crossroads
Larry Sultan - Two Photographs from "Swimmers"
Quiet City - Aaron Copland
First Image in the Google Search for Boardman, Oregon
R.E.M. - "Voice of Harold"
From the journals of Thomas Merton
“The best place to hide, this afternoon, was in the church.
It rained hard and you could hear the rain beating all over the long roof.”