tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61078337472178306502024-03-20T05:46:50.036-04:00SAILORDOWN!scared shipless on dry land...John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-13812892206152813212009-05-06T13:02:00.008-04:002010-10-23T15:40:32.104-04:00More Than My Own LifeFrida Kahlo to Emmy Lou Packard
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John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-57246882094257799072009-05-06T12:37:00.003-04:002009-05-06T12:44:13.212-04:00Oh Captain, My CaptainNew York Times (March 25, 1852)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-40537535086542554162009-05-06T12:12:00.002-04:002009-05-06T15:57:58.569-04:00Fall To The Floori dream of coming hometo you and silently, slowlypulling down the strapsof your dress andwatching it fall to the floorJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-30625460594503924332009-05-05T14:32:00.007-04:002009-05-07T09:21:24.852-04:00History Of Navigation Aboard The Normandie(History of Navigation, 1934 by Jean Dupas)(Detail at Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC)Jean Dupas's gilded-glass mural once adorned the first class salon of the Normandie. An art deco piece of the highest order, his History of Navigation was produced and installed in 1934 by Charles Champigneulle, and accompanied passengers on regular trips between New York and Le Havre, France between 1935 and John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-28052902367329680852009-05-05T13:10:00.002-04:002009-05-05T13:11:13.566-04:00How To: Toggle Release Snare TrapJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-47283634434444230292009-04-29T15:15:00.004-04:002009-04-29T15:19:16.529-04:00Adrift At TeaTeacup [Still], 1997 by Dorothy CrossJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-13857850470228122102009-04-29T12:51:00.008-04:002009-05-05T11:59:35.652-04:00Woe To Those Who Through Storms ComeRNLI Gorleston lifeboat station was established near Norfolk, England in 1866 - the same year one of its private launches, Rescuer, capsized killing 13 of its 16-man crew. According to the Beccles & Bungay Weekly News, on January 13, 1866 both the Rescuer and Friend of All Nations set out to respond to a distress call when Rescuer hit a sand bar, lost her rudder and was upturned by a wave, John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-58523418505246922532009-04-27T14:21:00.010-04:002010-10-23T23:41:28.072-04:00Artist: Earl MoranHis dames were a bit more sassy, caged in the clean, soft lines of the 30s and 40s. More of a Norman Rockwell sassy than wayward nudes. Their bodies were streamlined with legs that went all the way up. And those lips, they were as red as a bleeding heart. It was as if Earl Moran's ladies were sifting through the mess of 20th Century sexuality; only later did we realize we were right. Moran was John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-70856670600419785722009-04-27T14:15:00.000-04:002009-04-27T14:16:32.672-04:00To You Across The FloorJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-15009975207227838472009-04-27T11:52:00.028-04:002009-04-30T09:56:56.202-04:00Carry That Weight A Long TimeIt adds up. Quick. The weight. The growing list of holes to be filled and hills to climb. And it can break you. It can make you want to just slump over and call it, right then and there. It's never enough. The bills. The broken hearts. The hurt. The nameless, faceless sacrifices. What's the point in a few more yards when you'll just ask yourself for more tomorrow and they'll ask you for more John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-2383349249264164372009-04-27T10:52:00.010-04:002009-04-29T15:20:07.819-04:00Chere Petite Soeur Chere Petite Soeur, 2002 by Tacita Dean(Details from lobby of MoMA, NYC)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-46810488882955615682009-04-23T13:05:00.015-04:002009-04-30T09:55:54.154-04:00The Only Easy Days Were YesterdaysJoseph Campbell said in an interview that 'We are every ancestor we've ever had,' or so I was told by an elder. Perhaps in our world of saturated images and dreams it suggests that the representations of the past share a similar relationship to those of the present, and consequently with us.I find something tranquil in the old Saturday Evening Post covers. Something part pin-up, part elegant and John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-11839764186470419732009-04-23T12:40:00.002-04:002009-04-23T12:42:31.824-04:00Three Poems From ShoreI.the watchful crowfollows as we walkand talk of wormsII.spider defends his mealthe chase by lamplightIII.bending over backwardsthe leaf makes its distancefrom the treeJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-45086537000689260622009-04-23T10:51:00.004-04:002009-04-23T11:04:10.094-04:00Simply A PicturePaul Bransom to Grace Bond- ca. 1905 -(from the Smithsonian's Archives of American Art)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-92160956749083962362009-04-23T10:15:00.007-04:002009-04-23T11:02:05.818-04:00Naked And Alone We Came Into ExileIntroduction to Look Homeward, Angel (1929)Thomas Wolfe Dedicated the Book to Aline Bernstein...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.Which of us has John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-82534807574776998932009-04-22T16:46:00.008-04:002009-04-24T17:12:10.599-04:00Sand Pebbles From Some Other Time(John Hamilton James, 1882 by Tim Fitch/Sailordown!)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-7459871751698988622009-04-22T16:33:00.002-04:002009-04-22T16:34:54.582-04:00Words From Conversation #1I long to be between your legswith my love in your heartJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-2449701152184475942009-04-22T16:29:00.006-04:002009-04-22T16:46:11.720-04:00Words From Conversation #2with your song bid me closersmash my boat on your rocksshipwreck me there with youforeverJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-89525748747048908462009-04-22T16:17:00.002-04:002009-04-22T16:20:18.472-04:00How To: Toggle Release Trigger MechanismKicking off a series of how-to videos for man-trapping, these steps to creating a toggle release trigger mechanism will be used in subsequent videos of similar titling.John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-58673437954881412962009-04-22T15:28:00.012-04:002009-04-22T16:13:54.817-04:00Loss Of The KurskIt's still widely unknown what destroyed the forward torpedo sections of the Russian submarine Kursk. A collision with an American spy sub. A botched training exercise. But whatever the Kursk hit, she hit it hard enough to spring the triggers in her torpedo room, igniting an explosion recorded nearly a 100 miles away. Out of the 118 crewmen, only 23 survived the initial blast huddling together inJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-88666293459694316902009-04-20T10:13:00.001-04:002009-04-20T10:23:05.350-04:00I Want To Bury Myself In YouTsarina Alexandra to Tsar Nicholas II of Russia- December 30, 1915 - Off you go again alone and it's with a heavy heart I part from you. No more kisses and tender caresses for ever so long -- I want to bury myself in you, hold you tight in my arms, make you feel the intense love of mine.You are my very life, Sweetheart, and every separation gives such endless heartache...Goodbye my angel, husbandJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-52121815815985481322009-04-19T12:00:00.005-04:002009-04-20T10:11:58.075-04:00Make A River Of A RoadTurning River Street Into A River (2007) by Edgar Muller & Manfred StaderJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-45747239447326410762009-04-19T11:42:00.003-04:002009-04-20T09:42:05.346-04:00Mystery In A BottleNew York Times (December 13, 1896)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-13624081466911441572009-04-17T17:21:00.001-04:002009-04-17T17:22:14.190-04:00What Do We Have To Talk Aboutthe only conversationbegins with 'I love you' andends with your nameJohn Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107833747217830650.post-77479569800069051182009-04-17T12:53:00.006-04:002009-04-20T10:29:34.491-04:00Portrait Of A Lover As A Fighter(John Hamilton James, 1918 by Tim Fitch/SailorDown!)John Hamilton Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05163198125069500912noreply@blogger.com0