Saturday, January 22, 2011

You promised me poems





Dreamed of ringing voices,
They contemplated choices.
Taste like a rare kiss,
To heighten my awareness.
With all fairness, greatness, with gratitude.
And simply rhymes with attitude
Now do promotion and TV, and ya still can't see. We
Down the hill cascade
And keep away the masquerade,
Dreamed of ringing voices,

And you promised me poems

Tricky

Friday, January 21, 2011

Kunsthalle Athena



MOUNTAIN / HOPE





-------"Kunsthalle Athena had the honour to host the artist HOPE with his project MOUNTAIN / ΗΟΡΕ for the first time in its space."




Embarking on the intentions of KUNSTHALLE ATHENA to encourage international artistic synergies that do not intend to promote states or national –hypothetical– attitudes but rather advocate specific localities, like neighbourhoods, and the contact between them, we are in the pleasant position to host the project MOUNTAIN / ΗΟΡΕ. The project involves on one hand the presentation of HOPE’s visual work, who in the latter years operates in the streets of Metaxourgeio and adapts this specific topography as his thematic axis and on the other hand the zine MOUNTAIN, in which the artist invites kindred artists from Athens and other localities of the world.





HOPE invited visual artists, writers and musicians to create an artwork, to write a text or even lyrics reflecting the idea of a mountain. These works are all collected in a publication that bears the title “MOUNTAIN”. At the same time with the publication’s presentation an exhibition was held at KUNSTHALLE ATHENA with the original works from this edition. The circulation of the zine started from the building of KUNSTHALLE ATHENA as a gesture of reinforcement of the relationship between exterior spaces of circulation and indoor spaces.






Moreover, there will be an exhibition of posters by HOPE, originally featured on walls of buildings around the district of Metaxourgeio. The exhibition location proved to be an essential criterion when it came to select the exhibits. There is an essential link between the place where the exhibition is mounted and the very form of the exhibition, since HOPE’s work was already presented and encountered at several spots around the Metaxourgeio area in a spirit of giving away things to strangers. Thus, the series of posters inside the exhibition space constitutes a sequence which traces the visitor’s path around the exhibition and invites her/him from the interior to another potential route outside the building of Kunsthalle Athena, into the outdoors. Therefore, the specific exhibition space is rendered “unimportant”.





The images in HOPE’s work are playing on a system of oppositions and dualities: public / private space, black-and-white / colour, inside / outside. As a result, the inside and outside of buildings as qualities are open to intervention, making it thus hard to distinguish between public and private space. “The urban ugliness”, as the artist states, “becomes a positive quality. And this accordingly evokes a MOUNTAIN.”





THE EXHIBITION WILL BE OPEN EVERY SATURDAY UNTIL THE END OF FEBRUARY, 12:00-15:00


 ------copy+pasted text


You should visit the Gallery and the Exhibition!
 

Stop looking for answers

You won't find it by your self
You're gonna need some help
And you won't fail with me around
Come on let's go
I will tell you if you change
And who's been saying things
It's hard to tell who is real in here
Come on let's go

You know who to turn to
Now everything is changed
Come on lets go
Stop looking for answers
In everyone's face
Come on let's go

When you're looking for a friend
But it's empty at the end
When everybody's disappeared
You won't be alone

What's the point in wasting time
On people that you'll never know
Come on let's go





If you want I'll compensate
If you over estimate
So there's nothing left to fear
You won't be alone
You know who to turn to
Now everything is changed
Come on let's go
Stop looking for answers
In everyone's face
Come on let's go



What's the point in wasting time
On people that you'll never know
Come on let's go


Broadcast

Thursday, January 20, 2011

American Haiku





Early morning yellow flowers,
thinking about
the drunkards of Mexico.

No telegram today
only more leaves
fell.

Nightfall,
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.

Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.



Drunk as a hoot owl,
writing letters
by thunderstorm.

Empty baseball field
a robin
hops along the bench.

All day long
wearing a hat
that wasn't on my head.




Crossing the football field
coming home from work -
the lonely businessman.

After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.

Snap your finger
stop the world -
rain falls harder.

Nightfall,
too dark to read the page
too cold.





Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.

Wash hung out
by moonlight
Friday night in May.

The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain.

Glow worm
sleeping on this flower -
your light's on.

Jack Kerouac






Unavailable



Hey little girl, where's your man

He's always just out of reach




Hey little girl, where's your man

Making deals and selling all his ideas

And didn't miss the sentences

I'm sorry, but who are you




He's stepping out for a while

He's unavailable to you now

Papercuts

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

This is a man's world





 This is a man's world
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Nothing without a woman or a girl
You see man made the car
To take us over the road
Man made the train
To carry the heavy load
Man made the electric light
To take as out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water
Like Noah made the ark
This is a man's man's man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Nothing without a woman or a girl




Man thinks about the little pretty baby girl
And the baby boys
Man makes them happy
Cause man made them toys
And after man made everything
Everything he can
You know that man makes money
To buy from other men
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing
Nothing not one little thing
Without a woman or a girl




He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness

James Brown

Projector




Hidden City@Taf




Athens Photo Festival 2010



 Future Beauty 






Rooms 2010


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Big mouth



Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt 





Bigmouth, 
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


The Smiths

Monday, January 17, 2011

This train




Everybody has a price
But sometimes the price doesn't always mean money

Tell me who is running this game
Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train

It feels like each day crawls along
Can only see the wrong in a situation
As the picture's playing
No dedication or conviction in what I'm saying
Weight laying heavy on my soul
Invisible



 Manage to keep it moving
Life used to be so beautiful
Could appreciate
How the sun illuminates the smallest thing
And motivates the birds to sing at the crack of dawn

At the crack of dawn

Tell me who is running this game

Wax Tailor

I Can See Your Tracks




Oh I can see your tracks
But I won’t follow them
I’ll just hope for rain
Or some kind of crazy wind
To erase them
And chase them into oblivion

Laura Veirs