Monday, November 12, 2012

Ten Least Painted Scenes of Istanbul - Writhing Iron



....That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep,
Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow,
And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness....
Edwin Muir - The Horses



Chains are crafted, forged, fashioned. Their strength is put to use and they stretch, pull, twist and buckle to the will of industry and power. They also seem strangely human, their strength wholely dependent on others like them, if one's integrity fails all feel the collapse, and they rest curled up silent and vulnerable.



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