Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Stranger In A Strange Land












A Stranger In A Strange Land

-The Planets- 









"Where should he start? When he had left home,enfolding these others who were now his own nestlings? Or simply at his arrival in this crushed space? He was suddenly assaulted by the lights and sounds of that arrival, feeling it again with mind-shaking pain. 













No, he was not yet ready to cherish and embrace that configuration-back! back! back beyond his first sight of these others who were now his own. Back even before the healing which had followed his first grokking of the fact that he was not as his nestling brothers . . . back to the nest itself."













"None of his thinkings had been in Earth symbols. Simple English he had freshly learned to speak, but much less easily than a Hindu uses it to trade with a Turk. Smith used English as one might use a code book, with tedious and imperfect translation for each symbol.












Now his thoughts, pure Martian abstractions from half a million years of wildly alien culture, traveled so far from any human experience as to be utterly untranslatable."












"This special meaning for "red" did not trouble Mike; he knew before he reached Earth that every English word held more than one meaning. It was a fact one could get used to, without grokking, just as the sameness of all girl faces could be gotten used to . . . and, after waiting, they were no longer quite the same." 












"ON MARS THE LITTLE HUMAN ADVANCE GUARD were building half-buried pressure domes for the larger male & female party that would arrive by next ship. This work went much faster than originally scheduled as the Martians were uncritically helpful. Part of the time saved was spent in preparing a preliminary estimate on a very long-distance plan to free the bound oxygen in the sands of Mars to make the planet more friendly to future human generations"




-- text/fragments: "A Stranger In A Strange Land" By Robert Heinlein





Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Small Town














You feel frozen

But you've been chosen

You lay there drunken

Your dreams seem sunken













Your world's a small one

And you break the rules

You're one big fish

In a bowl of fools











Tired of serving up your town

Tired of wearing that crown

Tired of sliding up and down

Tired of being you










Your work's no future

Your girl don't suit you

Your bar won't serve you

You have no nerve to










Make a break

From this sad old school

Across the lake

Lies a place that's cool









Run, you got a place to go

Run, you got a boat to row

Run, you got a face to show

Run while you can












The high street's sleeping

As Friday's creeping

The shops are open

But their minds are closed











How's it going?

But it's not their concern

They're talking stuff about you

That you never learn










Smile, you're on your own

Smile, 'cause you've outgrown

Smile, you lost your home

Smile to yourself

Morcheeba

Monday, October 29, 2012

Details








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Detail(s) : A discrete part or portion of a work, such as a painting, building, or decorative object, especially when considered in isolation.










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Sunday, October 28, 2012

National holiday










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National holiday 
what is all that about?












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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Little Empty Boat (III)












You found me at some party
You thought I'd understand
You barreled over to me
With a drink in each hand
I respect your beliefs, girl,
And I consider you a friend,
But I've already been born once,
I don't wanna to be born again.








Your knowledge is impressive
And your argument is good
But I am the resurrection, babe,
And you're standing on my foot!








But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
(Row!)








Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan and broom.
I couldn't help but imagine you 
All postured and prone
But there's a little guy on my shoulder
Says I should go home alone.
You keep leaning in on me
And you're looking pretty pissed
That grave you've dug between your legs
Is hard to resist.










But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row










Give to God what belongs to God
And give the rest to me
Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
It's time for us to leave.










But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
Row...row...row...row...

Nick Cave

Friday, October 26, 2012

Walk Like A Giant












Tried to have for long and strain
We were riding on a desert wind
We were pulling in the spiritual
Riding on the desert wind
We could see it in the distance
Getting closer every minute











We saw the lights and spiritual shining
Getting closer every minute
Then we skipped the rails, and we started to fail
And we folded you, and it’s not enough
Think about how close we came











I wanna walk like a giant on the land


Whenever I see the big fire coming,
Coming to burn down all my ideas
I try to hold down to my thinking, and remember how it feels
When I’m looking right in your eyes
And hearing your happy laugh











When I’m seeing your blue eyes shining
And hear your happy laugh
So the moment came, and the big sky rained and
and a ṗool of fire served in my desire

When I think about how good it feels
I wanna walk like a giant on the land









I wanna walk like a giant on the land

Neil Young and Crazy Horse

Thursday, October 25, 2012

From Tchaikovsky to Theodorakis












From Tchaikovsky to Theodorakis








The following photos are from the concert "From Tchaikovsky to Theodorakis" at Theatre “Phrynichos”







Situated at the western part of the city, the new Delphi Theatre “Phrynichos” which is the main venue of the modern Delphic cultural festivities.










ΑΠΟ ΤΟΝ ΤΣΑΪΚΟΦΣΚΙ ΣΤΟΝ ΘΕΟΔΩΡΑΚΗ
Θα ερμηνεύσουν στίχους η Ελένη Ουσμάνοβα Παπαδοπούλου και ο Δημήτρης Σιγαλός.
Τις φωνές θα συνοδέψει τρίο από τσέλο, βιολί & πιάνο.
09 - 08 - 2012








Western Short Stories (1)















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Western Short Stories

-Country-

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