Το μυστικό της μικρής διάρκειας | Χρήστος Βακαλόπουλος, 1988
- Ένα τραγούδι μπορεί να συνοψίσει μια ζωή, είπε η νεράιδα.
Ένα μικρό δισκάκι μπορεί ν' αλλάξει έναν άνθρωπο...
Οι εταιρείες το κατάλαβαν αυτό κι εγκατέλειψαν τους μικρούς δίσκους,
τις κατέλαβε πανικός κι έσπρωξαν αυτούς τους δίσκους μεγάλης διαρκείας
για να θολώσουν τα νερά και να ησυχάσουν τα πνεύματα.
Γνωρίζετε το μυστικό της μικρής διάρκειας;
Χρήστος Βακαλόπουλος,
Νέες αθηναϊκές ιστορίες, 1988
Also:
Many minds are better than one | Leo Tolstoy, 1877
Studio Manasse, 1930s
“I think... if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, 1877
Saint Thomas D'Aquin, Man Juggling His Own Head, 1880
A Country Doctor | Franz Kafka / Kōji Yamamura (2007)
A film by Kōji Yamamura (2007) a direct interpretation of Franz Kafka's short story "A Country Doctor,
voiced by kyōgen actors of the Shigeyama house.
Space | Louise Barritt (aged 8)
Your Weight in Outer Space
Swirling black holes and shooting stars
Jupiter, Mercury, Venus and Mars
Satellite signals beamed all around
Ending up back here on the ground
Thousands of miles away from us
You cannot get there by catching a bus!
A rocket you'll need to go that far
But it'll cost a little bit more than a car
Asteroid belts and the Milky Way
Zero gravity so you'll float away
Astronauts, comets and UFO's
Space is a place we'd all like to go
Space by Louise Barritt (aged 8)
Trip to Mars, 1911
Anxiety | Edvard Munch, 1894-96
Edvard Munch, Anxiety, 1894, Oil on canvas
Edvard Munch, Anxiety, 1896 Lithograph
Edvard Munch, Anxiety, 1896, Woodcut
"For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep
feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship
without a rudder."
Edvard Munch
> : Edvard Munch
Raw With Love | Charles Bukowski
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
Raw With Love, Charles Bukowski
Flying at the bottom of the sea | Marc Caro, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 1995
Φ
The City Of Lost Children, Directors: Marc Caro, Jean-Pierre Jeunet (1995)
...The sea is blue like the sky
And the sky is blue like the South Seas
And i don’t know if i’m swimming in the sky
or flying at the bottom of the sea...
Angelo Badalamenti - Générique ( Marianne Faithfull)
Angelo Badalamenti - L'Exécution
Angelo Badalamenti - Thème - La Cité Des Enfants Perdus
Something in me | F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Long ago,” he said, “long ago, there was something in me,
but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone,
that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care.
That thing will come back no more”
F. Scott Fitzgerald , Winter Dreams , 1922
Τα μονοπάτια | Malcolm Lowry, 1961
"Πάντοτε υπήρχε κάτι το υπερφυσικό στα μονοπάτια, και ειδικά του δάσους - το ξέρω
τώρα γιατί διάβασα κάμποσα - επειδή όχι μόνο η λαϊκή παράδοση αλλά κι η ποίηση έχουν
άφθονες συμβολικές ιστορίες γι' αυτά: μονοπάτια πού χωρίζονται και γίνονται δυo, μονοπάτια
πού οδηγούνε στο θάνατο ή στη ζωή, μονοπάτια όπου συναντάς λύκους, και, που ξέρεις, ακόμα
και λιοντάρια του βουνού, μονοπάτια όπου χάνεις το δρόμο σου, μονοπάτια πού όχι μόνο
χωρίζονται, αλλά και γίνονται τα είκοσι ένα μονοπάτια πού οδηγούνε πίσω στην Εδέμ."
"Sometimes I felt our life together to be a kind of singing."
Malcolm Lowry, The Forest Path to the Spring, 1961
Το μονοπάτι της βρύσης μτφ: Στρατής Τσίρκας
Blaise Cendrars | My portrait
Portrait of Blaise Cendrars, Amedeo Modigliani, 1917
“Life
The machine
The human soul
A 75mm breech
My portrait”
Blaise Cendrars
Also:
The night | Vincent van Gogh
Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night, 1889
"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day"
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, 1888
Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night, 1888
Boxing is like a ballet | Jack Handy
Photographer unknown
-
“To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography,
and the dancers hit each other.”
Jack Handy
-
Personal Effects | Gustave Flaubert, 1880
In the bedroom on the first floor: panama hat, top hat, red silk cravat, 5 pairs of gloves, 19 shirts, 2 dressing gowns, 5 waistcoasts, 7 walking sticks, tobacco jar, two pairs of boots
In the dining room: 35 champagne glasses, 48 porcelain dinner plates, a painting representing Napoléon I, a pocket watch in a gold case engraved with initials ‘GF’, a gold watch chain, a gold signet ring with square stone, a silver spoon and two forks marked ‘N flaubert’, 5 oyster-knives with black handles and silver blades.
In the study on the first floor: Engraving in oakwood frame representing The temptation of Saint Antoine by Callot, Marble clock with bronze figurines, maker’s name ‘Destigny’ engraved on dial, Photographic reproduction of painting entitled Visions, Array consisting of lances, javelins, arrows, mandolin, Basque drum, axe, oriental pipe, cardboard, Chinese statuette, Large round table in mahogany, Green woolen tablecloth, One tiger skin, one lynx skin, one bear skin, white Penholder in the shape of dragon, Bronze inkwell, Three paperknives, one with initials ‘GF’, Two Egyptian lanterns, Unfinished manuscript of work entitled Bouvard et Pécuchet, Creuzer, Religions of Antiquity in 11 vols, Works of Saint Theresa in Migne edition, Works of Walter Scott in 32 vols.
As Catalogued by M. Lemoel, May 20, 1880
The Paris Review
The Tyger | William Blake (1794)
Blake's original printing of The Tyger, 1795
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Tyger, William Blake
(from Songs Of Experience)
1794
(from Songs Of Experience)
1794
You Will Hear Thunder | Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966)
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder (1889–1966)
Also:
I'm a nihilist | Nico
Christa Päffgen / Nico (1938 – 1988)
"I'm a nihilist, so I like destruction. Nihilism seemed to be the most
suitable religion since I started to think."
Nico
Also:
The Meeting | Guillaume Apollinaire / Françoise Hardy
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Maurice de Vlaminck, Portrait of Guillaume Apollinaire Françoise Hardy
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