13, or 2, Ways of Seeing
13, or 2, Ways of Seeing

13, or 2, Ways of Seeing

 

Buddha, by Nam June Paik

TV Buddha by Nam June Paik    via paikstudios

TV Buddha by Nam June Paik    via thefaketory

 Buddha Shines by Nam June Paik & Izhar Patkin      via izharpatkin.com

Video-Buddha by Nam June Paik     via paikstudios

Enlightenment Compressed by Nam June Paik  via arttattler

Digital Buddha by Nam June Paik     via Christie’s

Watching Buddha by Nam June Paik    via arttattler

Buddha by Nam June Paik   via arttattler

 

Buddha by Nam June Paik    via the art resort
Smiling Buddha by Nam June Paik   via washingtonpost.com

 Reclining Buddha by Nam June Paik   via arttattler

Nam June Paik Buddha     via dismagazine

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Thirteen ways of Looking at a Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

 

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