Sunday, September 21, 2014

Clevor Trevor






just cos I ain't never 'ad, no, nothing worth having
never ever, never ever
you ain't got no call not to think I wouldn't fall
into thinking that I ain't too clever
and it ain't not having oen thing nor another
niether, either is it anything, whatever
and it's not not knowing that thier ain't nothign showing
and I answer to the name of Trever, however
.









Just cos I ain't never said, no, nothing worth saying
never ever, never ever, never ever
things 'ave got read into what I never sad, 'till me mouth becomes me 'ead
which ain't not all that clever
and it's not not saying one thing nor another
neither, either is ist anything I haven't said, whatever
and it ain't not proving that me mind ain't moving
and I answer to the naem of Trever, however







knock me down with a feather
Clever Trevor
widebrows wonder wether Clever Trevor's clever
either have they got
nor neither haven't not
got no right to make a clot
our of Trevor






why should I feel bad about something I ain't 'ad
such stupidness is mad cos nothing underfoot
comes to nothing less to add to a load of old toot
and I ain't half not half co there's nowhere to put it
even if I 'ad i'm a bit of a Jack the Lad







knock me down with a feather
Clever Trevor
widebrows wonder wether Clever Trevor's clever
either have they got
nor neither haven't not
got no right to make a clot
our of Trevor

Ian Dury

Friday, September 19, 2014

Astronaut





Is it enough to have some love
Small enough to slip inside a book.
Small enough to cover with your hand
Because everyone around you wants to look








Is it enough to have some love
Small enough to fit inside the cracks
The pieces don't fit together so good
With all the breaking and all the gluing back







And I am still not getting what I want
I want to touch the back of your right arm
I wish you could remind me who I was
Because every day I'm a little further off







But you are, my love, the astronaut
Flying in the face of science
I will gladly stay an afterthought
Just bring back some nice reminders







And is it getting harder to pretend
That life goes on without you in the wake?
And can you see the means without the end
In the random frantic action that we take?






And is it getting easy not to care
Despite the many rings around your name
It isn't funny and it isn't fair
You've traveled all this way and it's the same







But you are, my love, the astronaut
Flying in the face of science
I will gladly stay an afterthought
Just bring back some nice reminders








I would tell them anything to see you split the evening
But as you see I do not have an awful lot to tell
Everybody's sick for something that they can find fascinating
Everyone but you and even you aren't feeling well







Yes you are, my love, the astronaut
Crashing in the name of science
Just my luck they found your upper half
It's a very nice reminder
It's a very nice reminder







And you may be acquainted with the night
But I have seen the darkness in the day
And you must know it is a terrifying sight
Because you and I are living the same way

Amanda Palmer

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Poem party






she bowed to what was happening
I felt like bowing







so we both did
and the people knew they were bing
bowed to
and so did the room
even the dog frankie had an idea
and everything was cool





"here's to will you look at them skies
and all thats under
especially you guys".

The Strange Boys

Monday, September 15, 2014

O βυζαντινός Ναός του Σωτήρος






O βυζαντινός Ναός του Σωτήρος στην Άμφισσα

Πρόκειται για ένα περίτεχνο μνημείο από τα σημαντικότερα της μέσης Βυζαντινής περιόδου.





Κατά τον MILLET το Μνημείο χρονολογείται στον 11ο μ Χ. αιώνα, ενώ από τον MEGAW χρονολογείται στο 1ο τέταρτο του 12ου μ. Χ. αιώνα. 








Τυπολογικά, ο ναός ανήκει στον τύπο του σταυροειδούς εγγεγραμμένου δικιόνιου μετά τρούλου, τύπου ιδιαίτερα διαδεδομένου στον Ελληνικό χώρο στην περίπτωση ναών μετρίου μεγέθους. Όπως όλοι σχεδόν οι μεσοβυζαντινοί ναοί της Ελλάδος έτσι και αυτός έχει στην κάτοψη σχήμα τετράγωνο (7.20 x 7.30), με ελαφρά παράγωνη χάραξη, 






Ο τρούλος είναι Αθηναϊκού τύπου, οκτάπλευρος, κεραμοσκεπής με κοίλα βυζαντινά κεραμίδια και φέρει από ένα μαρμάρινο κιονίσκο με επίθημα σε κάθε ακμή. Η σημερινή μορφή του δεν είναι η αρχική, αλλά προέρχεται από μεταγενέστερες επεμβάσεις.







Εξωτερικά, η τοιχοδομία παρουσιάζει εξαιρετική επιμέλεια στην ανατολική και βόρεια όψη και διαμορφώνεται με πλήρες πλινθοπερίκλειστο σύστημα, ενώ στη δυτική και νότια όψη είναι λιγότερο επιμελημένη με αργούς λίθους, η δε κρηπίδα στην βάση του ναού διαμορφώνεται με Spolia. Το εσωτερικό του ναού είναι σήμερα επιχρισμένο κατά το μεγαλύτερο μέρος του. 






Οι πληροφορίες του κειμένου προέρχονται από εδώ.,όπου μπορείτε να βρείτε περισσότερες πληροφορίες.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Line








Come smell the fruit for a while
And the time, lost despair, burns to smile.







And then, tonight's the night you live your life
Tonight's the night you broke the line
Tonight's the night you live your life
I'm not surprised you broke the line.







Fear, fall inside, over style
And if life, time exist, for a while.







And then, tonight's the night you live your life
Tonight's the night you broke the line
Tonight's the night you live your life
I'm not surprised you broke the line







Everybody wants to know you quick
Nobody wants to let you die
Everybody wants to keep you nights
Nobody wants to know your mind








Everybody wants to know you quick
Nobody wants to let you die
Everybody wants to keep you nights
Nobody wants to know your mind







And then, tonight's the night you live your life
Tonight's the night you broke the line
Tonight's the night you live your life
I'm not surprised you broke the line.






Tonight's the night you live your life
Tonight's the night you broke the line
Tonight's the night you live your life
I'm not surprised you broke the line.

Mood Rings

Friday, September 12, 2014

Swans on Glass





Running blindly
Jumping careless
Passing buildings
Concrete and glass
Over a bridge
Water flowing
Darkness my stare
White shapes on glass 






I’m turning around 

Mirrored windows
Reflected skyline
Distant structures
Captures my view





Isolation
Close behind me
Darkness my stare
White shapes on glass 







I’m turning around
Turning from the blackened shapes I turn into white 






White on new
White shapes on glass

Modern English

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Strange Weather




 

She'll take you back, don't make believe
You wanna think it through
I've loved before, I'll love again
I know that yours was true







Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
Carving silver is strange weather







I'll meet a man, we'll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lines with hidden dreams
The broken hearted keep





Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
Carving silver is strange weather






She'll take you back, don't make believe
You wanna think it through
I've loved before, I'll love again
I know that yours was true






Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
They only want me in strange weather








In a small room, on a naked floor
With the blinded heart of black matter
I could hear you through the front door
Carving silver is strange weather






She'll take you back, don't make believe
You wanna think it through
I've loved before, I'll love again
I know that yours was true

Keren Ann

Monday, September 8, 2014

Bullet In The Brain







Bullet in the brain
I prefer than to remain the same






Looking back on where we used to be
Everything was clear, still I refuse to see
Hearts began to burst
The diamond turned to dust
You made me talk the pain all out of me






I know I share the blame for what's in store
I was in the wrong but weren't you in it more?
I let you use my gifts
To back your lying lips
I'll never know just what I did it for




Bullet in the brain
I prefer than to remain the same

The Black Keys