I read somewhere... how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong... but to feel strong.
22 September, 2007
01 September, 2007
american gigolo
Track listing
1. Call Me
Performed by Blondie
2. Love And Passion
Performed by Cheryl Barnes
3. Night Drive
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
4. Hello Mr. W.A.M. (Finale)
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
5. The Apartment
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
6. Palm Springs Drive
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
7. Night Drive (Reprise)
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
8. The Seduction (Love Theme)
Performed by Giorgio Moroder
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
23 July, 2007
12 July, 2007
Hartig Home
"I don't care where things come from or how much they cost,
as long as they are chic and fit in." Johnson Hartig
07 July, 2007
cat people songs
1. Cat People - David Bowie
2. The Autopsy
3. Irena's Theme
4. Night Rabbit
5. Leopard Tree Dream
6. Paul's Theme (Jogging Chase)
7. The Myth
8. To The Bridge
9. Transformation Seduction
10. Bring The Prod
me and my bro
Me and My Brother
by Ed Halter
Village Voice, November 7th, 2006
A heady intermingling of documentary and fiction, photographer Robert Frank's first feature (finished in 1969, then re-edited by Frank in 1997) focuses on poet Peter Orlovsky's schizophrenic brother Julius, portrayed at first in person via footage of the siblings in New York and touring the country with Allen Ginsberg, then entwined with re-enacted scenarios of actors playing the brothers and their acquaintances. Taking it a few notches more meta, the director also includes scenes of himself casting the actor who will play Julius‹only Frank is portrayed by a smooth-faced, young Christopher Walken. Peppered with smudgy urban boho romps and psycho-philosophical musings, the film fits squarely between Frank's Pull My Daisy and the painfully truthful revelations of his later video diaries. For despite its hypercubic narrative and high-modernist reflexivity, Me and My Brother offers a tangibly emotional experience as it struggles poignantly with the limits of understanding another person's mind.
27 June, 2007
a cat among animals
"If I were a tree among trees, a cat among animals, this life would have a meaning, or rather this problem would not arise, for I should belong to this world. I should be this world to which I am now opposed by my whole consciousness and my whole insistence upon familiarity. This ridiculous reason is what sets me in opposition to all creation. I cannot cross it out with a stroke of a pen."
- Albert Camus
21 June, 2007
So here I am
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years -
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres -
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate - but there is no competition -
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our
business.
- T. S. Eliot
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres -
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate - but there is no competition -
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our
business.
- T. S. Eliot
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