Ernest and Bars

"I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."

- "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place," Ernest Hemingway

"The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight. I do not know why they screamed at that time. We were in the harbor and they were all on the pier and at midnight they started screaming."

- "In Our Time", Ernest Hemingway

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

- "The Old Man and the Sea", Ernest Hemingway

 

"I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started."

- "A Farewell To Arms", Ernest Hemingway

Sparkle Eyes

 

Sparkle Eyes used to smile at the rain

Don't I wish that I could see it again

Where did the sparkle go?

 

Now if I only knew where to begin

Girl, I'd try to break your fall and stop your spin

But time has changed us both too many ways

And I'm looking at a strange and empty face

 

And your eyes used to shine every day

If I had only never seen you lookin' this way

Those faceless fountains they cooled your fire

It was mine not so very long ago

Your eyes would laugh at the rain

You don't know how I wish I could see it again

I just can't stand to watch goin' down slow

Where did the sparkle go?

Steppenwolf

Carmen Queasy

My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind

To picturesque an image to control this time

My intimate discriminating fears you test

My ignorance that truly feels it knows regress

You have the power but you keep it all to yourself

Your lust is decomposing us

The intricate sincerity is choking me

Its crumbling and crawling all around my feet

It wasn't jump from lie to lie to cover me

That credible intelligence evading me

You have the power but you keep it all to yourslef

Your lust is decomposing us

 

So now you're telling me its all damn easy

Try to see yourself as calm and queasy

'Cos money making is a wonderful thing

Money making is a wonderful thing

I don't wanna be a marketed baby

Try to see yourself as calm and queasy

'Cos money making is a wonderful thing

Money making is a wonderful thing

Carmen Queasy. I don't wanna be

I'm flinging out some rhythms in a cultural stare

Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care

Dissecting, overanalysing, empty heart

Like spitting out some more wet dreams and calling it art

You have the vision but you keep it all to yourself

Your lust is decomposing us

Money making, money taking

We don't have a choice

But we still have a voise

But take this: life is too short

Twist, deform and distort

Impregnate brains into my seminar

Gonna make a music-making failure

Gotta take back whats mine (gotta take back)

Keep chocking and holding, provoking

My life style you be smoking

Skunk Anansie

Stories on windscreen

 

The windshield or windscreen of an aircraft, car, bus, motorbike or tram is the front window. Modern windshields are generally made of laminated safety glass, a type of treated glass, which consists of two (typically) curved sheets of glass with a plastic layer laminated between them for safety, and are bonded into the window frame. Motorbike windshields are often made of high-impact acrylic plastic.

 

Windshields protect the vehicle's occupants from wind and flying debris such as dust, insects, and rocks, and providing an aerodynamically formed window towards the front. UV Coating may be applied to screen out harmful ultraviolet radiation.

On motorbikes their main function is to shield the rider from wind, though not as completely as in a car, whereas on sports and racing motorcycles the main function is reducing drag when the rider assumes the optimal aerodynamic configuration with his or her body in unison with the machine, and does not shield the rider from wind when sitting upright.

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On the Blocks

 

Vamiali’s gallery presented “On the Blocks”, a site specific graffiti project by artists APSET, BLAQK, BOOHAHA, ΜΙΝΤONE and RTMone, curated by Anneta Papadatou.

 

“The idea came up as a challenge to transfer the initial exterior graffiti action into interior space”

 

Within the gallery space, a structure was specially built with YTONG blocks, a primary building material used in construction, in order to create a double space by partitions and surfaces that constituted the medium upon which the installation took place.

 

The artists invited, created new works on the surfaces of partitions, like they were working on the exterior walls of buildings in the wider urban landscape.

 

Each artist will created a large scale “piece” inspired by his very own signature and visual identity. The result, ephemeral or permanent, was completed just before the opening of the exhibition to an in situ installation where each “piece” was a proposal that was examined solely or as an artwork complex.

Alongside the main installation and having graffiti as their starting point and source technique, the participating artists were showcase a series of drawings and artwork on different media.

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Heart full of soul

Sick at heart and lonely,

deep in dark despair.

Thinking one thought only

where is she tell me where.

And if she says to you

she don't love me

just give her my message

tell her of my plea

 

And I know if she had me back again

well I would never make her sad.

I've gotta heart full of soul.

 

She's been gone such a long time

longer than I can bear

but if she says she wants me

tell her that I'll be there

And if she says to you

she don't love me

just give her my message

tell her of my plea.

 

The Yardbirds

Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?

Kalfayan Galleries present Aikaterini Gegisian’s solo exhibition “Who Doesn’t Like a Good Old Story?”

The exhibition includes artist's new work based on images of Soviet Armenia collected from commemorative photo albums and tourist guides dating from the 50s to the 60s and salvaged from flea markets and second hand bookstores in Yerevan, the capital of Armenia.

As images of Soviet modernity have become, over the past 20 years, another modality in consumer nostalgia and are treated as “exotic” variations of the modern, works presented in this exhibition react precisely against this impulse to consume the “world as image”, reflecting instead on the construction of historical memory and the representation of space.

The works act as memorials that commemorate the modern as a distant past and at the same time, turn into central emblems of a new landscape.

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It's kinda funny

You may be dumb but the passage of times

can change anything like the feelings we find

so I'll disappear through the crack in the wall

and the memories I leave will be nothing at all

It's kinda funny

 

So close to peace in the valley's so far

I've lost all the fears that appeared in the dark

Oh we all are so weak, so frail it's unfair,

through the crack on the wall it could be anywhere

It's kinda funny

It's kinda funny

Josef K

Black heart

 

spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low

wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart

can't find no poison, now I've got no cure

(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin

Payne county line

watching unjust claims

one man's righteousness is another man's

long haul, sentence carried out

long haul, counting the miles

to the four corners of the world

 

spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked

apparitions worth their weight in gold

scratched in metal, name erodes away

hands are scarred, heart is charred

burnt though, and ashen

 

trip on fence post line

sifting through the remains

one man's close pursuit is another man's

last chance, make it through the divide

last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this

black heart, sweeping over the land

black heart, crawling its way

to the four corners of the world

Calexico

Post No:900

 

900 posts - 4 years (my) space diary

It feels like the tower of Babel 

Every post

Every Month

Is like a new floor

And the tower is heading to one_thousand_posts