In Spite of my Silence | Albert Camus, 1948

Albert Camus

“Write to me in spite of my silence. Sometimes it seems I no longer have anything to say to anyone
 except to you and in everything I intend to do, I would be at quite a loss if I could not turn to you.”

Albert Camus, from a letter to Jean Grenier
21 January, 1948

Jean Grenier (1898-1971) was a French philosopher and writer.
He taught for a time in Algiers, where he became a significant
influence on the young Albert Camus.

J[A-Z]Z / p1ck ( Somethin' Else | Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, 1958

photos Francis Wolff / design Reid Miles 

Cannonball Adderley, Somethin' Else, Somethin' Else, 1958

Recorded on March 9, 1958 at Rudy Van Gelder Studio, Hackensack, NJ, 
during Adderley's membership in the Miles Davis Sextet, 
and is one of the few post-1955 appearances of Miles Davis as a sideman. 

Cannonball Adderley – alto saxophone
Miles Davis – trumpet
Hank Jones – piano
Sam Jones – bass
Art Blakey – drums

Miles Davis & Julian ''Cannonball'' Adderley  

The Opium Smoker | Arthur Symons, 1887

Anonyme, A man smoking an opium pipe, n.d. 
This painting used to hang in the opium den run by Ah Sing (d. 1890), in New Court, Victoria Street, London. 

“I am engulfed, and drown deliciously
Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light
Golden with audible colours exquisite,
Swathe me with cerements for eternity.
Times is no more. I pause and yet I flee.
A million ages wrap me round with night.
I drain a million ages of delight.
I hold the future in my memory.

Also, I have this garret which I rent,
This bed of straw, and this that was a chair,
This worn-out body like a tattered tent,
This crust, of which the rats have eaten part,
This pipe of opium; rage, remorse, despair;
This soul at pawn and this delirious heart.”

The Opium Smoker, Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
First published in Hour-Glass, 2. 19 November 1887

Opium, a highly addictive drug made from the poppy plant, 
was used medicinally as a pain killer and to cause sleep 
but was also smoked socially for its hallucinating and 
euphoric effects.

An opium den was an establishment where opium 
was sold and smoked.

The Arrival of Spring | David Hockney, 2011

David Hockney, The Arrival of Spring in Woldgate, East Yorkshire in 2011

"I had always planned to make a large painting of the early spring,
when the first leaves are at the bottom of the trees, and they seem to float
in space in a wonderful way. But the arrival of spring can't be done in
one picture. "

David Hockney 

Flick Review < Pickpocket | Robert Bresson, 1959

Pickpocket, 1959 
Written & directed by Robert Bresson 
Cinematography Léonce-Henri Burel
Editing Raymond Lamy

Stars Martin LaSalle, Marika Green, Jean Pélégri

Loosely based on the novel Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It was the first film for which Bresson
 wrote an original screenplay rather than "adapting it from an existing text.


Bridges | Paintings by Lyonel Feininger, 1910-1945

Lyonel Feininger, On the Bridge (Ober Weimar) 1913
Lyonel Feininger, Bridge V, 1919 
Lyonel Feininger, Viaduct, 1920 
Lyonel Feininger, Carnival in Arcueil, 1911
Lyonel Feininger - The Green Bridge, 1909                     Lyonel Feininger - The Green Bridge,  II
Lyonel Feininger, Bridge O, 1912
Lyonel Feininger, Old Stone Bridge, 1945
Lyonel Feininger, The Anglers (Black Bridge), 1942 
Lyonel Feininger, Railroad Train (Eisenbahnzug), 1941
Lyonel Feininger,  Railway Viaduct, 1914 woodcut on yellow Japanese laid Kozo paper
Lyonel Feininger, The Green Bridge, 1910-11

The Piano Lesson | Gustave Flaubert / Prevost, 1856-86

Prevost, The piano lesson, girl playing the piano with a doll, 1886
illustration from L'Illustration, Journal Universel, No 2284, Volume LXXXVIII

“As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck
the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.” 

 Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1856

Σου χρωστάω πάντα έναν παράδεισο | Θανάσης Κωσταβάρας, 2003

Claude Monet - Women in the Garden, 1866-67

Σου ' φτιαξα έναν κήπο
να στολίζεις τις μέρες σου.
Nα ' ρχονται τα πουλιά να χτίζουν τις φωλιές τους.
Nα σε καλημερίζουν με δοξαστικά κελαηδίσματα.

Όμως εσύ δεν αρκείσαι στα ρόδα του.
Δεν σε καλύπτουν οι φυλλωσιές του.
Eσύ έχεις πάντα στο νου τον Παράδεισο.

Eγώ σου πρόσφερα τη φωνή μου, για ν' ακούς τα τραγούδια μου
Kι εσύ ψάχνεις να ανακαλύψεις
τους μυστικούς ρυθμούς που ορίζουν τη σκέψη μου.
Nα διαβάσεις τους άγραφους στίχους
που είναι κρυμμένοι στη σιωπή μου.

Mα εγώ σου την έχω εκχωρήσει τη σκέψη μου.
Σε σένα ανήκει η σιωπή μου.
Δικά σου είναι και τα γραμμένα και τ ' άγραφα
και τα φανερά και τα κρυφά μου ποιήματα.
Tι μένει λοιπόν άλλο να σου χαρίσω;

Kι ετσί ξεκινάω πάλι απ' το τίποτα.
Σου φτιάχνω έναν καινούριο κήπο
να δοξάζει τις μέρες σου.
Mα εσύ επιμένεις να ζητάς τον Παράδεισο.

Δεν ξέρεις
πως τον Παράδεισο έχω πάντα στο νου μου.
Πως του Παραδείσου κλέβω τ ' άνθη, ξεσηκώνω τα δέντρα
πως αντιγράφω με τους στίχους μου τα πουλιά
όταν σου φτιάχνω τον κήπο σου.

Θανάσης Κωσταβάρας, από την συλλογή Οι μεταμορφώσεις των κήπων
αφιερωμένο στην μνήμη της γυναίκας του Αγγελικής

Emil Nolde
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