Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Next to Nothing





“Scene VI (1940)

It is our fault we love only the skull of Beauty
Without knowing who she was, of what she died.
We have the thief's guilt, but not his booty,
The liar's spasm without ever having lied.
The sick locust scrapes his injured song,
His thorax only partially destroyed.
Retching is prohibited. It's wrong.
The murderer feels no hate he can avoid.



Now flies bite worst where the skin is broken.
Illness triumphs. Lesions. Soon tumors sprout.
The bloated plants quiver, the seeds will be shaken.
'Your head's bashed in, darling. Look out.”





“Each Whining Thing (1929)

When stripèd snakes shall creep upon us
And the nervous screams of birds
Make silent all the fountains and the orchards and when these
Have caught upon the wing each wing
That flutters from the sky
Then shall I and then shall I





 

Rip out the smiles from garden walks
Transform the minnows into hawks
Tarantulas and bees
Then shall I and then shall I






Unmake each whining thing.”


Paul Bowles

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Drive




Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to your racks, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby







What if I ride, what if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What if you did, what if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?






Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby






Maybe you did, maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride, maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby






Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby
Ollie, ollie, ollie ollie ollie
Ollie ollie in come free, baby





Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby





Smack, crack, shack-a-lack
Tie another one to your backs, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby






Maybe you did, maybe you walk
Maybe you rock around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride, maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby





Hey kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby

REM

Friday, March 27, 2015

Vanya. 10 χρόνια μετά

 



East Coker
 
I. 
In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.




 

Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur, and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
Houses live and die: there is a time for building



 

And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.






In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat




Hypnotized. In a warm haze the sultry light
Is absorbed, not reflected, by grey stone.
The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
Wait for the early owl.






In that open field
If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire
The association of man and woman
In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie—





A dignified and commodiois sacrament.
Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whiche betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fire
Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
Mirth of those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,






Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.




Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.

Poem: T.S. Eliot
 Photos: Blitz Group Theater -  Vanya, 10 χρόνια μετά

Monday, March 23, 2015

Bluebird



Got crows in my pasture
Rats in my barn
Crows in my pasture, babe
Rats in my barn
If I was you, little bluebird
I'd up and find another farm





 

I've got nightshade in my meadow
Ragweed in my corn
Nightshade in my meadow
And ragweed in my corn
If I was you, little bluebird
I'd be long gone






Yes, I got squirrels in my rafters
Weevils in my hay
Squirrels in my rafters
Weevils in my hay
If I was you, little bluebird
I'd up and fly away
Fly away, baby

Mark Knopfler

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Don't Let Him Waste Your Time





Well, you can stay all night if you want to

You can hang out with all of his friends

You can go and meet his mother and father

You better make sure that's where it ends








'Cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know

Let him read your palm and guess your sign

Let him take you home and treat you fine
 
 


But baby, don't let him waste your time

Don't let him waste your time






'Cause the years fly by in an instant

And you wonder what he's waiting for

Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants

And he's a-running out the door


So remember that one thing that you gotta know

Let him read your palm and guess your sign

Let him take you home and treat you so fine

But baby, don't let him waste your time

Don't let him waste your time




You ain't getting no younger

And you've got nothing to show

So tell him that it's now or never

And then go, go, go, go, go


 
He can have his space

Yeah, he can take his time

Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine

Oh baby, don't let him waste your time


Don't let him waste your time

Don't let him waste your time





No, don't let him waste your time

Don't let him waste your time

No, don't let him waste your time

No, don't let him waste your time

Jarvis Cocker

Friday, March 20, 2015

Deepest Shade




Fly...
The boy dead taked shade
Around yell down the line
His love she lost in mind.







But I....
I never flow let blind
Get through darkest wide.







They say it comes to you
My love I hope it's true
This deepest shade of blue
My love I give to you.







Take
Takes me baby
As I'm bleed
Owe love in you and me
The love unreal in me.





And I...
Love you until I die
I love you until tonight.






They say it comes to you
My love I hope it's true
This deepest shade of blue
My love I give to you.







Wait me and feel
My love for you it's real
You don't kiss me lied you did?
My love I give to you.

Mark Lanegan

Monday, March 16, 2015

Rollerskate





How can you have everything and nothing to lose?
You and nobody see eye to eye






 
You're gonna wake up with a ghost instead of a guy
Bulletin board on the wall of a church
Soaking up the city from a top-step perch
You're gonna break down on a midnight date
You're gonna curse this town, you're gonna run late





 
You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
Do you want to meet up at the Pickwood Bowl?





 

We could knock nine down and leave one in the hole
Wouldn't be here if the Athenia hadn't sunk
Or if dear 'ol dad hadn't got so drunk
Every other day is a kick in the shin
Every other day it's like the day just went
But you make it alright, you make it okay
You make me sorta glad that I waited till today





 

You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
Rollerskate skinny and the terrible two's





 

Two years in and it's time to choose
Love feels good when it sits right down
Puts its feet up on the table it and sends a bowl around
Ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye
With a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high
Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips
We're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships







You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
You're pretty as a penny
Rollerskate skinny
I believe in love but it don't believe in
I believe in love but it don't believe in me
I believe in love but it don't believe in me




 No it don't believe in
Don't believe in
How can you have everything and nothing to lose?
You and nobody see eye to eye

Matias Aguayo