tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71201888433717380312024-03-06T04:19:32.546-05:00the evening partySara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-61806492172817425302011-07-28T22:39:00.000-04:002011-07-28T22:39:04.177-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">THE EVENING PARTY HAS MOVED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eveningparty.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">http://eveningparty.tumblr.com</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sorry for any inconvenience. hope to see you there!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sara </span> </span></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-6170005370877756482011-04-12T17:51:00.015-04:002011-05-09T07:58:40.161-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5251/5476302838_0e0f123daf_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5251/5476302838_0e0f123daf.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5476301830_cdd7398cec_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5476301830_cdd7398cec.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5475701963_a27c693cb2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5476300678_b38d39701f_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5476300678_b38d39701f.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5475703803_a399bea056_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5475703803_a399bea056.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5476299034_c1aa357614_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5476299034_c1aa357614.jpg" alt="" width="240" /></a><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5475701963_a27c693cb2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5475701963_a27c693cb2.jpg" alt="" width="240" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Advance oh Night, and place cool hands over our burning ears, so that the day's blaze becomes but a murmur, a gentle glow around the edges that will flicker sleepily, and eventually expire.<br /></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-10819475944348107392011-03-24T08:35:00.005-04:002011-03-24T09:03:19.817-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5475699963_c9ee086e71_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5094/5475699963_c9ee086e71.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5476294638_f409374ea9_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5476294638_f409374ea9.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5476293402_714cf77b36_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5476293402_714cf77b36.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish that, should you force open my ribcage with confident hands, the walls of my heart chamber would blush with as many brilliant strokes.<br /></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-40082621215501901602011-01-05T20:53:00.007-05:002011-01-30T14:49:42.994-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5006/5327234314_12ab474ecc_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5006/5327234314_12ab474ecc.jpg" alt="" height="173" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5288/5326622391_2838b10c9a_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5288/5326622391_2838b10c9a.jpg" alt="" height="171" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5326619115_3fdd7375bb_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5047/5326619115_3fdd7375bb.jpg" alt="" height="171" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Back there, in November, I witnessed a short-circuit at the mouth of the tunnel. Flames crackled in a raging surge towards the heavens before turning into dust. The tide slipped the sand a final mercurial kiss before succumbing to the whiteout. Even the eye of God let his amber iris blaze before the advancing haze of sleep.</div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-6305997755502026522010-12-28T09:21:00.003-05:002011-01-04T22:18:18.728-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5296497385_80cc4ff962_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5296497385_80cc4ff962.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="374" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5297088088_fa9bd055d5_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5297088088_fa9bd055d5.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="374" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;">OUR FLESH | OUR SKIES | OUR DREAMS | ARE RAW<br /></div><br /></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-18229626315654772812010-11-28T10:15:00.007-05:002011-01-12T20:49:58.247-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5161/5212892289_f245bec2e4_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5161/5212892289_f245bec2e4.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5212891587_8b6368b9ce_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5212891587_8b6368b9ce.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5289/5212890665_cc217dab72_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5289/5212890665_cc217dab72.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5213486018_304a64a3db_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5213486018_304a64a3db.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I find it hard to believe that mere chance brings you to me. Surely when my shaded face looks up to you it is being called. You may not know my name but my affliction touches you, and in turn your remedy pierces me. Do not erase these words, written, painted, kissed.</div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-56259919682937303992010-11-19T22:04:00.007-05:002010-11-28T10:20:53.652-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5172294770_29a46f5f10_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/5172294770_29a46f5f10.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5172291784_58453717e3_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5172291784_58453717e3.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/5171687035_a6cf81fef2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/5171687035_a6cf81fef2.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5126/5206770824_6e8cb93589_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5126/5206770824_6e8cb93589.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I fought the dream, but the dream won. Quiet and passive as I tried to be, these colours kept screaming within me. Look closely, my irises swirl and pulse continuously, a storm is ripping through.</div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-61000889457823871162010-10-22T10:48:00.003-04:002010-10-23T10:12:42.221-04:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/5103034925_7b649cdc51_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/5103034925_7b649cdc51.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5103033617_ec6b633304_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5103033617_ec6b633304.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1127/5103626636_8a56606c9a_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1127/5103626636_8a56606c9a.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/5103031785_cb589dacbb_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/5103031785_cb589dacbb.jpg" alt="" height="335" width="500" /></a><br /><br />I want to be consumed by these landscapes.<br />Have their glitter fill my eyes, mouth, and lungs; to have blood that sparkles.Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-27994790522854506242010-10-20T09:55:00.004-04:002010-10-21T19:20:13.449-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5098034248_5aa2220a20_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5098034248_5aa2220a20.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="335" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/5097436459_d9a8a07e26_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/5097436459_d9a8a07e26.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5097435831_eb9fc37424_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5097435831_eb9fc37424.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="335" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh summer skin, warm and supple, full of freshness, I miss you already. I remember I spent this day reading Proust in my yard, and at evening I lay on the couch to observe my favourite tree atop the hill. She danced with the breeze, in the full bloom of the setting sun, and my legs tingled at the sight.<br /></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-12276730417438540892010-10-16T21:11:00.007-04:002010-10-18T18:41:38.642-04:00<center><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4915118322_d65d518362_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4915118322_d65d518362.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4914512013_a7cbe44567_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4914512013_a7cbe44567.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4915114432_ebb240ee50_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4915114432_ebb240ee50.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4914507233_32e4dd380d_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4093/4914507233_32e4dd380d.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4915108012_c7281b7212_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4915108012_c7281b7212.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4915105130_8517eeca4b_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4915105130_8517eeca4b.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4915101446_ff3a09f8df_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4915101446_ff3a09f8df.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4914494373_0a6f859b5c_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4914494373_0a6f859b5c.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4914488873_681060c896_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4914488873_681060c896.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4914491997_6e52b87b04_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4914491997_6e52b87b04.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4915089478_c7aa794378_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4915089478_c7aa794378.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4914482029_947669dcd1_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4914482029_947669dcd1.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4915083502_07aa10f878_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4915083502_07aa10f878.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4914476051_b7f6a681f2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4914476051_b7f6a681f2.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4914473383_255b1e7164_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4914473383_255b1e7164.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4915074314_3d867bcb54_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4915074314_3d867bcb54.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4914467435_c24647a398_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4914467435_c24647a398.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">People I know have mentioned a lack of romanticism this summer. Maybe I'm content with too little but I had a marvelous time. I felt so in tune with all the colours, scents, and textures. It was as though the season finally found me ripe enough for embracing, and decided to enhance all my senses. I think she did her best caressing at the island. There I lay my head to rest on her lavish lap and was completely consumed. Oh heaven really is closer than you think, you just have to let it find you! One day I'll have a little cottage too, and paradise will be with me always.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5089454330_0fba944773_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5089454330_0fba944773.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="375" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5088852573_09cc8546f1_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/5088852573_09cc8546f1.jpg" alt="" height="375" width="500" /></a><br /></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-81332554162957665742010-10-16T13:55:00.003-04:002011-05-28T22:08:17.782-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4909744751_eb28774fd0_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4909744751_eb28774fd0.jpg" width="333" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">That day the snow bent every tree<br />
You banished me with iron chain<br />
I heard your venomous decree<br />
"Return when Helios reigns again".<br />
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Today his light warms every bone<br />
Even death it could beguile<br />
Keep your promise, lips of stone,<br />
Let me see you smile.</div><br />
</div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-3713797090465244052010-09-26T14:39:00.006-04:002010-09-26T15:18:01.290-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4911214573_bbc9f5cd15_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4911214573_bbc9f5cd15.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4911188855_c45010d8d4_b.jpg/" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4911188855_c45010d8d4.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4911181961_51f21ed1d5_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4911181961_51f21ed1d5.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4911782152_3a417754b3_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4911782152_3a417754b3.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4911788074_3c0e0cb6cf_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4911788074_3c0e0cb6cf.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4911786098_84be9b6ba2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by † VISIØNS †, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4911786098_84be9b6ba2.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On a hot August day we wandered into the building for shade and silence. We received it. In the dark passage only the water-fountain made a sound as it moistened our burning lips. We closed our eyes to savour the coolness in our throats, and then, bursting through, music. An organ.<br /><br />Not so fast. It sang. Shade and silence. At the height of summer. Why? Come here, yes, faster, your feet hurt, I know, from searching, but I have it, come see. Put your hands on the walls, follow the vibrations, it's just a little further. Stop! Now turn the corner, slowly. There.<br /><br />I can feel you trembling. Good.<br /><br />Observe how inviting it is, like the innermost chamber of a beehive. It smells of warmed wood & varnish. Clean, smooth, upright. The altar is like your favourite bonbon, wrapped in that gold foil that makes your fingertips tingle as you smooth it out. Go ahead, roll the sweetness around in your mouth until you've finished caressing it. Give yourself an instant to exist purely for its flavour. Then, open your ribcages, allow yourselves to sigh, let the kind reflected light enter you. Become colourful and clear like the window panes. This angelic complexion suits you. Will you stay?<br /></div></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-54600858618141960432010-08-11T07:01:00.004-04:002010-08-11T07:09:57.930-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4819269303_e248452fd2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4819269303_e248452fd2.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4819271099_bf83a0807f_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4819271099_bf83a0807f.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4819888242_b169e39b7c_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4819888242_b169e39b7c.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4819888944_ae0d30ecbc_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4819888944_ae0d30ecbc.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />A cat in the garden, a garden in my cup. Fur & algae textures, quite unusual.Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-1871467351129373282010-08-04T19:11:00.003-04:002010-08-04T19:18:44.797-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4818005522_08e10812be_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4818005522_08e10812be.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4819886940_80125de3a2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4819886940_80125de3a2.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote>I saw an angel close by me, on my left side, in bodily form. This I am not accustomed to see, unless very rarely. Though I have visions of angels frequently, yet I see them only by an intellectual vision, such as I have spoken of before. It was our Lord's will that in this vision I should see the angel in this wise. He was not large, but small of stature, and most beautiful — his face burning, as if he were one of the highest angels, who seem to be all of fire: they must be those whom we call cherubim. Their names they never tell me; but I see very well that there is in heaven so great a difference between one angel and another, and between these and the others, that I cannot explain it.<br /><br />I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it, even a large one. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">St. Theresa of Avila</span><br /></blockquote></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-39779254067379240902010-07-23T20:41:00.008-04:002011-04-17T08:45:46.937-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4802911792_d12d15065f_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4802911792_d12d15065f.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4802280967_b7bc6c3ba2_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4802280967_b7bc6c3ba2.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4802908638_acc30970f6_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4802908638_acc30970f6.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Here lives a sorceress. After a fierce storm on the day of her arrival, she ventured forth at midnight to scatter gems onto the barren ground. Out of her pocket came two tiny silver bells to whose sound she danced over the stones. Neighbourhood cats gathered attentively around the yard, their eyes reflecting her pale moonlit robes. When she returned inside, a girl wiped her muddied feet with a warm cloth dipped in lavender water. Scissors glistened in the candlelight, cutting clean the tresses that the sorceress had grown the previous year. These were knotted into a platinum braid, and placed inside the cloth. The small bundle was set alight outside the door, perfuming the street. Side by side in the dark, the two women whispered a prayer before retreating to bed. The shorn hair was as soft as newborn plumage on the girl’s belly and breasts. Strolling by, I noticed the sun paying special homage to this plot of land. Nowhere else did the plants glisten and embrace so ardently; the air blushing with magic.</div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-11604836148593365542010-07-22T06:33:00.004-04:002010-07-22T22:04:52.962-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4817086644_eb778f42bb_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4817086644_eb778f42bb.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4816461847_72ce1fb377_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4816461847_72ce1fb377.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4817082084_4b4977b5fd_b.jpg%20title=" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4817082084_4b4977b5fd.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4817079904_526c36b2e3_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4817079904_526c36b2e3.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />It was like stepping into a glass paperweight, held against the sun by a curious hand.Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-12203544656714040332010-07-16T22:15:00.004-04:002010-07-22T22:12:07.953-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4800718308_aef4d68aa9_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4800718308_aef4d68aa9.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4800082423_aa8f2e00ef_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4800082423_aa8f2e00ef.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4800716538_a3b3d412d1_b.jpg%20title=" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4800716538_a3b3d412d1.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />How we burn and glow in summer, going out at evening with sulfuric sighs.Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-41514924289264382272010-07-13T19:47:00.003-04:002010-07-13T19:55:09.730-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4788383786_fab164f8f7_b.jpg" title="fairytale moleskinerie in the making by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4788383786_fab164f8f7.jpg" alt="fairytale moleskinerie in the making" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4788382858_029784786f_b.jpg" title="i am obsessed with the colour of these pines. by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4788382858_029784786f.jpg" alt="i am obsessed with the colour of these pines." height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4788379486_aacd325b93_b.jpg" title="i wanted to be a bird and brush my plumage against their plumage. by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4788379486_aacd325b93.jpg" alt="i wanted to be a bird and brush my plumage against their plumage." height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4787746391_fe1d51f195_b.jpg" title="4 am, the fog was lifting and it was golden. by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4787746391_fe1d51f195.jpg" alt="4 am, the fog was lifting and it was golden." height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4788375688_f90f64ca55_b.jpg" title="the most indulgent ice cream in toronto. by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4141/4788375688_f90f64ca55.jpg" alt="the most indulgent ice cream in toronto." height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />♥ new moleskine. this is the first collage.<br />♥ how gorgeous that oceanic hue.<br />♥ i wanted to be a bird and brush my plumage against theirs.<br />♥ at 4AM the fog lifts and it is golden.<br />♥ savour here toronto's most indulgent ice cream.Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-35986720244309944082010-07-11T21:14:00.005-04:002010-07-22T22:14:16.239-04:00<a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4756923695_94f484c674_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4756923695_94f484c674.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4756922767_a9a61e4119_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4756922767_a9a61e4119.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Pagan priestesses riding the back of a church, a broken breath kept tightly in a bottle. For a while now I've been rather keen on witchy communions, and spectral apparitions. </div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-8194268988195937662010-06-27T09:34:00.003-04:002010-06-27T09:39:20.933-04:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1320/4733799316_7e3a576ea4_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1320/4733799316_7e3a576ea4.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/4733797620_823e3b0607_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/4733797620_823e3b0607.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I like to think of this as the moment when H. received divine inspiration from magnetic fields in the sky. Or something. She's working on a literary project that is also a means of self-therapy and I want more than anything for her reach that beautiful place where she deserves to be.<br /></div></div></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-55347068699088565062010-06-26T14:30:00.000-04:002010-06-27T09:34:07.871-04:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/4733155773_8280652774_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/4733155773_8280652774.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/4733794368_34af7b8209_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/4733794368_34af7b8209.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />SATANIC BEASTS! They looked so innocent until I developed the film! Ha!Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-48433440517474203432010-06-24T21:06:00.003-04:002010-06-24T21:30:38.405-04:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1418/4731302321_6cbb98b052_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1418/4731302321_6cbb98b052.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/4731943740_be69f6d4d8_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1126/4731943740_be69f6d4d8.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/4731941670_979e371aa6_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/4731941670_979e371aa6.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1212/4731296337_abfc7b99f1_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1212/4731296337_abfc7b99f1.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/4731937546_4cc7ecb7c5_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/4731937546_4cc7ecb7c5.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have not been taking many pictures because I am so over stimulated by the outdoors that I cannot manage to operate a camera. Rainbow lights dance waltzes before my eyes, the wind's rough hands cavort in my hair, summer skin seduces my nose and tongue with its rosy blooming. The one place where I still enjoy total quiet is my bedroom, and so I leave you with some images of that little ark. There is also a photo/literary project that will be available as soon as I find a proper print shop! Kinkos exchanged their gorgeous printers for absolute junk!<br /></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-38400040211306445232010-05-29T12:22:00.006-04:002010-05-29T17:03:42.711-04:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/4599489697_cdcbe5778d_b.jpg%20title=" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1185/4599489697_cdcbe5778d.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4600106204_be07dea8b4_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4600106204_be07dea8b4.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/4600103042_537afec339_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/4600103042_537afec339.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4600101258_fa8370b119_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4600101258_fa8370b119.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4600098792_70bf426156_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4600098792_70bf426156.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">H. and I are treasure hunters with a habit of wandering through the city sighing. A few weeks ago we arrived late at a church garage sale, only to discover that the splendor of its parks was what we really needed. Have you ever seen blossoms of such a burning pink? We were enchanted and continued to weave in and out of the surrounding streets, ending up at a small wooded park where light pierced the trees and made them glow from the inside out.<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/4599479007_0503aa6d2a_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/4599479007_0503aa6d2a.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/4596936396_c0bc16c177_b.jpg%20title=" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/4596936396_c0bc16c177.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/4596943162_1736e21b45_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/4596943162_1736e21b45.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4596939830_b02a7347bb_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4596939830_b02a7347bb.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/4596316591_7fd20fec89_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/4596316591_7fd20fec89.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/4596312385_e2e0c7f610_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/4596312385_e2e0c7f610.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/4595179342_7f9c9d574f_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/4595179342_7f9c9d574f.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/4595176482_bd173d1e78_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1134/4595176482_bd173d1e78.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4595174430_903c4fdf1d_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4595174430_903c4fdf1d.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1221/4595172326_b5b00ab2f9_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1221/4595172326_b5b00ab2f9.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1009/4595169708_8e07bf94a9_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1009/4595169708_8e07bf94a9.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(please click to see them large and lustrous)<br /></div>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-89683575343528738642010-05-20T17:24:00.003-04:002010-05-20T17:33:05.585-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;">The electric shocks have started, I can't walk outside without quivering. Everything murmurs breathlessly in my ear.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4624782607_af7ef73bb9_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4624782607_af7ef73bb9.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4625385112_40e0ff2141_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4625385112_40e0ff2141.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4624778115_f236b3c05a_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4624778115_f236b3c05a.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/4625380724_cba4e944ba_b.jpg%20title=" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/4625380724_cba4e944ba.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4624772261_acc4e9dce5_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4624772261_acc4e9dce5.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120188843371738031.post-68753914464379121992010-05-16T09:47:00.013-04:002010-05-29T13:09:53.170-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4590274948_c0ef3a41d1_b.jpg" untitled="" by="" sara="" on="" flickr=""><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4590274948_c0ef3a41d1.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="333" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">...for in our gazing lies our truest acquiring. Would to God our hands were as our eyes are: so ready in grasping, so wide in holding, so carefree in letting all things go; then we would become truly rich. But we do not become rich by having something dwell in our hands and wither there: everything is meant to stream through their grip as through the festive gate of entrance and homecoming. Our hands are not meant to be coffins; rather beds in which the things engage in twilight slumber and accomplish many a dream, out of whose darkness their fondest secrecies speak. But the things are meant to wander on beyond our hands, sturdy and strong, and we are meant to retain nothing of them but the courageous morning song that floats and shimmers behind fading steps. For possession is poverty and worry; having <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> possessed is the only unconcerned possessing.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />- Rainer Maria Rilke "Diaries of a Young Poet"</span><br /></div></blockquote><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4589656571_b293c45217_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4589656571_b293c45217.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4589655549_80bb21c720_b.jpg" title="Untitled by Sara Berger, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4589655549_80bb21c720.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /></a>Sara Bergerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00952024273709070508noreply@blogger.com0