A memorial for Philomene Long will be held at Beyond Baroque, 681 Venice Blvd, Venice, California, 90291, at 4 PM Sunday, August 26, 2007.
The Moth
in Panama there are moths
that live solely on tears -
the tears of large land animals.
25 August, 2007
Philomene Long
Philomene Long August 17, 1941 - August 21, 2007
A memorial for Philomene Long will be held at Beyond Baroque, 681 Venice Blvd, Venice, California, 90291, at 4 PM Sunday, August 26, 2007.
The Moth
in Panama there are moths
that live solely on tears -
the tears of large land animals.
A memorial for Philomene Long will be held at Beyond Baroque, 681 Venice Blvd, Venice, California, 90291, at 4 PM Sunday, August 26, 2007.
The Moth
in Panama there are moths
that live solely on tears -
the tears of large land animals.
18 August, 2007
Bainbridge Island
The original Fort Ward was built before World War I. Some of the gun emplacements and bunkers remain, including the Francis Nash Bunker which has had numerous mysterious suicides inside of its infamous cage room. Other standing structures from the base include two reservoirs, one atop the parade grounds and another much less known one just off of Toe Jam Hill.
16 August, 2007
to be in love.....
Fendi
Pochette "Love letter" en cuir crème avec paillettes or, argent et ocre, 1 000 €
Alexander McQueen
Ceinture en cuir bordeaux clouté, 1430 €
Azzedine Alaïa
Chaussure croco rose talon croco rouge, 1520 €
Chaussure satin rose talon croco rouge, 910 €
14 August, 2007
Duras
The Malady of Death could be staged in the theatre.
The young woman of the paid nights should be lying on some white sheets in the middle of the stage.
She might be naked.
A man would walk back and forth around her, telling the story.
Only the woman would speak her lines from memory.
The man never would. He would read the test, either standing still or walking about around the young woman.
The young woman of the paid nights should be lying on some white sheets in the middle of the stage.
She might be naked.
A man would walk back and forth around her, telling the story.
Only the woman would speak her lines from memory.
The man never would. He would read the test, either standing still or walking about around the young woman.
Rilke
The Panther
His sight from ever gazing through the bars
has grown so blunt that it sees nothing more.
It seems to him that thousands of bars are
before him, and behind them nothing merely.
The easy motion of his supple stride,
which turns about the very smallest circle,
is like a dance of strength about a center
in which a mighty will stands stupefied.
Only sometimes when the pupil's film
soundlessly opens ....then one image fills
and glides through the quiet tension of the limbs
into the heart and ceases and is still.
translation is by C.F. MacIntyre
The Panther
His tired gaze--from passing endless bars--
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
The Panther
His eyes became from passing bars
so weary, that they hold no sight.
He feels there were a thousand bars,
behind the thousand bars no light.
The soft gait of the lithe strong pace
in cramped circles on a narrow spot
is like a dance of force around a place
in which a dazed great will does moan its lot.
At times, the curtain of his vision
Silently slides aside -. An image enters then,
goes through the members' quiet tension,
ceasing existence deep in his heart's den.
translation by Guntram Deichsel
His sight from ever gazing through the bars
has grown so blunt that it sees nothing more.
It seems to him that thousands of bars are
before him, and behind them nothing merely.
The easy motion of his supple stride,
which turns about the very smallest circle,
is like a dance of strength about a center
in which a mighty will stands stupefied.
Only sometimes when the pupil's film
soundlessly opens ....then one image fills
and glides through the quiet tension of the limbs
into the heart and ceases and is still.
translation is by C.F. MacIntyre
The Panther
His tired gaze--from passing endless bars--
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
The Panther
His eyes became from passing bars
so weary, that they hold no sight.
He feels there were a thousand bars,
behind the thousand bars no light.
The soft gait of the lithe strong pace
in cramped circles on a narrow spot
is like a dance of force around a place
in which a dazed great will does moan its lot.
At times, the curtain of his vision
Silently slides aside -. An image enters then,
goes through the members' quiet tension,
ceasing existence deep in his heart's den.
translation by Guntram Deichsel
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