Jan Brueghel the Elder (1568-1625)
and
Jan Brueghel the Younger (1601-1678)
Still life of tulips, roses, narcissus, forget-me-nots, a carnataion and other flowers in a a glass vase, resting on a table with a sprig of rosemary and an insect
oil on copper
12 x 8.25"

Growing

[ Snoring ]
[Whistle Blowing ]
[ Snoring ]
[ Snoring ]
[ Snoring Continues ]
Look out the window.
And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat?
And then later that night,
you were lying, looking up at the ceiling,
and the water in your head...
was not dissimilar from the landscape,
and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape...
is moving,
but... the boat is still ?"
And also-- Where is it that you're from?
- Cleveland. - Cleveland.
- Lake Erie. - Erie.
Do you have any parents back in, uh, Erie?
They passed on recently.
And, uh,
do you have a wife...
in Erie?
No.
- A fiancee? - Well, I--
I had one of those, but, um,
she changed her mind.
- She found herself somebody else. - No.
Yes, she did.
Well, that doesn't explain...
why you've come all the way out here,
all the way out here to hell.
l, uh,
have a job out in the town of Machine.
Machine? That's the end of the line.
- Is it? - Yes.
Well, I...
received a letter...
from the people at Dickinson's Metal Works...
Oh.
assuring me of a job there.
Is that so?

sequencer
made for Bjorn Copeland by Gavin Russom

.-- I had a dream and you were in it

detail from milarepa, originally uploaded by this is emily.

Lama (Milarepa)
18th c., pigment on sized cotton
Tibet House Repatration Collection





During the day I had the sensation of being able to change my body at will and of levitating through space and of performing miracles. At night in my dreams I could freely and without obstacles explore the entire universe from one end to the other. And, transforming myself into hundreds of different material and spiritual bodies, I visited all the Buddha realms and listened to the teachings there. Also, I could preach the Dharma to a multitude of beings. My body could be both in flames and spouting water

Having thus obtained inconceivable miraculous powers, I meditated joyfully and with heightened spirit.

I was actually able to fly through space, so I flew to the Cave of the Eagle's Shadow, where I meditated. Then an intense Fire of Tummo radiating warmth and bliss arose in me, immeasurably superior to any such experience I had in the past. As I returned to the Horse Tooth White Rock, I passed over a small village called Langda, where a man was plowing with his son. This man was the older brother of someone who had been killed when my uncle's house collapsed. The son saw me and cryed out, 'Father, look at that fantastic thing! A man flying through the air!"

The father stopped and looked up. 'It is no great wonder. It is the son of that wicked woman, White Jewel of Nyang; it is that cunning, obstinate Mila, wracked by starvation. Don't let his shadow fall on you. Keep on plowing.'

Llanungpa, Lobsang P. (translator), The Life of Milarepa, Boston: Shambala 1985
(original text: Mi-la-rnam-thar by Gtsang-smyon he-ru-ka rus-pa'i-rgyan-can (1452-1507))

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Following lines induces sleep as suggested by a 1931 Modern Mechanix article.

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Emma Kunz
untitled, c. 1938
colored pencil on paper