Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
18.12.10
7.11.10
1.11.10
interlude poétique #2 - Día de los Muertos
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
Emily Dickinson
30.10.10
19.10.10
interlude poétique #1
Allez, un peu de poésie par de "vrais" écrivains... Un en anglais pour commencer, par un auteur américain de la Beat generation, Frank O'Hara. (Ponctuation respectée).
"Song"
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud chambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
Frank O'Hara, 1960
"Song"
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud chambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
Frank O'Hara, 1960
16.10.10
nos étoiles - inspiration #11
La nuit s’écoule doucement
Je vais enfin dormir tranquille
Tes yeux qui veillent ton amant
Sont-ce pas ma belle indocile
Nos étoiles au firmament
Je vais enfin dormir tranquille
Tes yeux qui veillent ton amant
Sont-ce pas ma belle indocile
Nos étoiles au firmament
Guillaume Apollinaire
29.9.10
26.8.10
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28.7.10
inspiration #7
Oscar WildeIt is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.
Hi folks, I probably won't be posting as much as I have been in the past few months. I'm busy catching up with reading, with old friends, with life, and always downing a last glass of red wine (och, well, maybe I'll have another one after that). But stick around, have a seat, and I'll be back soon.
28.6.10
inspiration #6
Cathy was beautiful like Brigitte Bardot. Cathy always was there, but outside … Then, some years ago, she put a shotgun in her mouth and blew her head off.
N.B. Photo by Bruce Davidson.
Two "inspiration" posts in a row? Dear, dear.
Life is a bit hectic at the moment. But when things calm down, I'll try to start posting my own stuff again, I promise.
25.6.10
inspiration #5
The Tallest Man On Earth - A Field Of Birds from Yellow Bird Project on Vimeo.
This isn't only another song/stopmotion video posted in the "inspiration" series (ie things that inspire me!), it's also the theme song of the Yellow Bird Project, a Montreal-based nonprofit organisation which sells t-shirts designed by bands and singer-songwriters (Bon Iver, Bloc Party, The National, Little Boots, Metric, and many, many more). The money raised is then sent to charities directly chosen by the designer of the t-shirt. (The t-shirts are really cool by the way, I've got a couple and am really happy with them!).
Be indie with a conscience! ;]
9.6.10
8.6.10
inspiration #3
by Robert Frank
I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'Jack Kerouac, On the Road
1.6.10
23.5.10
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