death and self-promotion

As you may have noticed, I did not encounter any musical "jewel" that would compel me to share. But I thought that I should least give you something to "chew". I have selected thus a "fugitive" poem by dear old Keats and my own little work as a photo manipulator.

" On Death

Can death be sleep,when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.



How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

And lead a life of woe,but not forsake

His rugged path;nor dare he view alone

His future doom which is but to awake."

John Keats

And my work:

Submission to logic by ~rein-raus on deviantART

The stock images that I have used to create this are listed on its deviant place.

That is all from your humble servant.
I wish you a tolerable day,

Myself.