The Air-Conditioned Nightmare

Inside of me today

There is no one

Only asteroids and empty space

A waste

They're looking through the windows at me

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare

Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah

You will hate life more than life hates you

Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare

Burn all your mementos of me

Walkin' on air

Up from the wheelchair

I'll find the suicide

That I deserve

Walkin' on sand

Forgotten where I am

But it's so comfortable

Here in the sun...

I only see rainbows

Now that the bandages are gone

Through my window, there

Mr. Bungle

Life Trapped in Amber

Ernest Hemingway: From Life to Fiction

 

 

 

In cooperation with the Museum of the Hellenic Nobel Collection, the Hellenic American Union organized an exhibition was dedicated to the American Nobel prize-winning writer Ernest Hemingway entitled

Ernest Hemingway: From Life to Fiction.

The exhibition was organized on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of his death.

Ernest Hemingway’s life and work was presented through photos and rare audio-visual material for the first time in Greece.

Conversational Pace

Zoumboulakis Galleries presented:  Iannis Ganas' recent works under the title “Conversational Pace”,

In the language of long distance runners “conversational pace” is the kind of training that allows one to comfortably hold a conversation while running.

Iannis Ganas, a runner himself, experiences the space of Kalimarmaron stadium through repetition, self-suggestion, fatigue, introspection and the transcendence that comes with running.

Through his works he tries to compose his personal psycho graph as a runner who observes and an artist who runs.

All that melts into air is solid

If reality is a construction according to which all that is solid melts into air, the intervening space between reality and the imaginary is a construct, which melts into air but is solid. The exhibition conveys, more than anything, a sense of this intermediary space that can be perceived but is not actually tangible.

It focuses on the fragile yet solid construction, which is located at the intersection between reality and dream; this is how its title, the inversion of the phrase from the Manifesto of the Communist Party, occurred. [ more info]

 

Curated by Galini Notti

Participating artists: Vassiliki Anastassiou, Johanna Billing, Kostas Christopoulos, Maria Karantzi, Nina Papaconstantinou, Kostas Sahpazis, Yiannis Theodoropoulos, Myrto Xanthopoulou

Until 29.10.2011 at Elika Gallery

On The Street Where You Live

I have often walked down this street before

But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before

 

All at once am I several stories high

Knowing I'm on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling just to know

Somehow you are near

The overpowering feeling that any second

You may suddenly appear

People stop and stare, they don't bother me

For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be

Let the time go by, I don't care if I can be here

On the street where you live

Harry Connick Jr.

Ice and Pinewood Trees

We hit the road…

And we got nowhere.

We hit stoneway to the land of soul.

In the grass we laid

And watched the swallows.

We burned the field to feel the hollow.

The smell of the sea…

And the salty spray…

We shed all our skins

To feed the waves.

I asked the water,

Our long lost friend;

'Water, take us,

We've gone astray.'

The smell of the sea…

And the salty spray…

We shed all our skins

To feed the waves.

I washed my face in muddy water…

And healed my soul in burning sand…

I licked your wounds with tongues of grass

And we watched, yeah, we watched…

Yes, we watched…

Ships and cities pass.

The Bambi Molesters

Home before dark

 

Another car is stopping for gas

Be careful with that burning match

The radio is playing Nat King Cole

Nat King Cole sings

Another stranger turns the wheel

I stay behind in silence and feel

The oil on overall and hands

Is all that's left, all left for me

Better late than never

 

Here come the sunny days

You keep your eyes wide open

And all I say is

Yes yes yes yes yes me too

I'm ready for a kick in the back

I'm ready for another hopeless wreck

I'm ready for a night so long and black

So long and black

 

Better late than never

Here come the sunny days

I keep my eyes wide open

Here come the best years of my life

And all I say is

Yes yes yes yes yes me too

Another night of counting cars

The magazines and candy bars

And everybody's driving home

They're home, home before dark

The Nits

Memories of the sea

Every night and day

I walk along sandy shores

And listen to soft waves

Revealing a thousand stories

Memories

Memories of the sea

Arnica Montana

Open-air cinema

Bill Viola

Hatsu Yume (First Dream), 1981

Duration 56’

The National Museum of Contemporary Art, Athens participates in the artistic events organized by the Hellenic Ministry of Culture and Tourism in Athens in collaboration with the Municipality of Athens, by presenting important works from its collections, ephemeral actions and new productions in public spaces in Athens, such as parks and streets, from September 8th until November 15th 2011

 

Bill Viola

Hatsu Yume (First Dream), 1981

Duration 56’

 

The Open air Cinema (Duration: 8 - 27 September) in Pagrati Grove with 6 video art works from EMST’s collection by international and Greek artists from the fields of sculpture, photography but also of theatre and cinematographic direction, such as Rebecca Horn, Robert Wilson, Sophie Calle and Gregory Shephard, George Drivas and Kostas Aristopoulos.

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Robert Wilson

Deafman Glance, 1981

Duration 26΄53΄΄

Robert Wilson

Deafman Glance, 1981

Duration 26΄53΄΄

"Public Dialogue" by Joseph Beuys

 In this work the conceptual artist Joseph Beuys, one of the most important figures of postwar art, stimulates with his idea on social sculpture and the relationship between art and politics.

They Live Among Us

Late Night Drive

 

Late night drive, takes me away

Late night drive, out run the day

This car becomes my private getaway

A place where I can finally get through

The short days and the long nights

Push down the gas, prepare to take flight

 

This car, it is my only getaway

The place where I come to get through

The long days and the short nights

Push back the seat, prepare to take flight

 

Short Circuit

Waiting To Know You (B)

 

 

I’m…waiting to know you by the way

Send up a balloon, says write to me soon, yeah

I’m waiting to know you by the way

Flashlight the cave, listen short-wave, yeah

And when I’m about to give up hope,

But nope,

with my telescope,

I’m standing gone the Navy yard

To see: could there one for me be?

 

Baby oh no,

Where did you go?

The Fiery Furnaces

Waiting To Know You (A)

I’m… waiting to know you by the way

Send up a balloon, says write to me soon, yeah

I’m waiting to know you by the way

Set up at the pier, wait 'til you get here yeah

And when I’m about to give up hope,

But nope,

with my telescope,

I’m standing guard the Navy yard

To see: could there one for me be?

Baby oh no,

Where did you go?

 

I’m… waiting to know you by the way

Flashlight the cave, listen short-wave, yeah

I’m waiting to know you by the way

Dredge up the lake, all the trees shake, yeah

 

And when I’m about to give up hope,

But nope,

with my telescope,

I’m standing guard the Navy yard

To see: could there one for me be?

Baby oh no,

Where did you go?

( to be continued...)

The Fiery Furnaces

Reflections

Look at your face

When all I could see was myself looking back at me

Reflection

And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

View a wolf like me for what I really might be

Listening to the lyrics only here's what I allow

You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now

Lets have a confrontation over a cold one

I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em

I play so dumb

Because I know some of these star struck small talk art fucks is no fun

I'm the blood type that goes straight for the guns

Like before you even spoke already knew what your loves like

So what you thinking?

Because I'm thinking we should jump into your ocean

Let's go girl this ship is sinking

I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass

But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh

And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying

Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with

Look at your face

When all I could see was myself looking back at me

Reflection

And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

"Only trying to find myself inside of you"

Atmosphere

Ancient Gods Abandoning Greece