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Portrait of Richard Chopping by Francis Bacon - GUILTLESS HEART by Sir Francis Bacon - If guiltless blood be your intent (Susanna) by Georg Friedrich Händel

2014-03-12T12:39:00.000-07:00

Portrait of Richard Chopping by Francis Bacon

GUILTLESS HEART by Sir Francis Bacon

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free

From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity:

The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent,

Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent;

That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense,

Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder’s violence:

He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes

The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies;

Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings,

He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,

The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.

If guiltless blood be your intent (Susanna)

by Georg Friedrich Händel

Giorgio de Chirico Love Song - A Valentine by Edgar Allan Poe - Adele - Lovesong (Live At The Royal Albert Hall)

2014-03-09T04:20:00.000-07:00

Giorgio de Chirico Love Song

(This Valentine Poem from Edgar Allen Poe was originally titled "To Her Whose Name Is Written Below." The poem was for Frances Sargent Osgood and her name is within the poem. To find the name, take the first letter of the first line, the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, and so on until the end.)

A Valentine by Edgar Allan Poe

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,

Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,

Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies

Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.

Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure

Divine- a talisman- an amulet

That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-

The words- the syllables! Do not forget

The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor

And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,

If one could merely comprehend the plot.

Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering

Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus

Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing

Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too,

Its letters, although naturally lying

Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-

Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!

You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

Adele - Lovesong (Live At The Royal Albert Hall)

Albani, Francesco (1578-1660) Venus Attended By Nymphs And Cupids - Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Antonio Vivaldi - Lute Concerto in D major

2014-03-08T08:17:00.001-08:00

Albani, Francesco (1578-1660)

Venus Attended By Nymphs And Cupids

Antonio Vivaldi - Lute Concerto in D major

Grief

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;

That only men incredulous of despair,

Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air

Beat upward to God's throne in loud access

Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,

In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare

Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare

Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express

Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death--

Most like a monumental statue set

In everlasting watch and moveless woe

Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.

Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:

If it could weep, it could arise and go.

ΣΥΝΕΝΤΕΥΞΗ του ΘΕΟΔΟΣΗ ΤΑΣΙΟY στο ABSURDUM.GR

2013-07-18T08:13:00.001-07:00

Sir Frederic Leighton - The Fisherman and the Syren / MOTIVATIONAL MUSIC by Andrew Rigopoulos (B612mpt)

2013-04-16T03:38:00.001-07:00

Sir Frederic Leighton - The Fisherman and the Syren

MOTIVATIONAL MUSIC by B612mpt

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX-ymTIQGsk&feature=youtu.be

"…I believe that true love, through a magical, mystical way, can move us forward; love will reveal changes and paths which will lead us to self improvement…as if we are looking into a transparent mirror…love will reveal...our own truth..."
Andrew Rigopoulos
...love and light to all...

(-"You can make your day" An inspirational collection of quotes and sayings with sensational pictures and motivational music.New ebook by Marian Georgiou http://www.amazon.com/You-can-make-your-ebook/dp/B00CCUM856/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1366035638&sr=1-1&keywords=you+can+make+your+day )

Claude Monet - Impression, Soleil levant / Symphony No. 1 (Ludwig van Beethoven) / Impression - Le Reveillon by Oscar Wilde

2012-06-10T01:00:00.001-07:00

Claude Monet - Impression, Soleil levant

Symphony No. 1 (Ludwig van Beethoven)

Impression - Le Reveillon by Oscar Wilde

The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.

And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,

And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.

Underwater Sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor/ Intermezzo: Erika Janungar: Weightless/ "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

2012-05-23T10:40:00.003-07:00

Underwater Sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor

400 life-size figures. Depth 9m Cancun / Isla Mujeres, Mexico
/Grenada West Indies

Intermezzo: Erika Janungar: Weightless

"The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Depictions of the human figure - (7000 - 4000 BCE) / Igor Stravinsky - The Rite of Spring (according to Angelin Preljojac) / Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης - Κατά τες συνταγές αρχαίων Ελληνοσύρων μάγων / Constantine P. Cavafy - According To The Formulas Of Ancient Grecosyrian Magi

2012-03-13T03:41:00.001-07:00

Depictions of the human figure - (7000 - 4000 BCE)

Igor Stravinsky - The Rite of Spring (according to Angelin Preljojac)

Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης - Κατά τες συνταγές αρχαίων Ελληνοσύρων μάγων

«Ποιό απόσταγμα να βρίσκεται από βότανα
γητεύματος», είπ' ένας αισθητής,
«ποιό απόσταγμα κατά τες συνταγές
αρχαίων Ελληνοσύρων μάγων καμωμένο
που για μια μέρα (αν περισσότερο
δεν φθάν' η δύναμίς του), ή και για λίγην ώρα
τα είκοσι τρία μου χρόνια να με φέρει
ξανά· τον φίλον μου στα είκοσι δυο του χρόνια
να με φέρει ξανά -- την εμορφιά του, την αγάπη του.

»Ποιό απόσταγμα να βρίσκεται κατά τες συνταγές
αρχαίων Ελληνοσύρων μάγων καμωμένο
που, σύμφωνα με την αναδρομήν,
και την μικρή μας κάμαρη να επαναφέρει.»

Constantine P. Cavafy - According To The Formulas Of Ancient Grecosyrian Magi

"What distillate can be discovered from herbs
of a witching brew," said an aesthete,
"what distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which for a day (if no longer
its potency can last), or even for a short time
can bring my twenty three years to me
again; can bring my friend of twenty two
to me again -- his beauty, his love.

"What distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which, in bringing back these things,
can also bring back our little room."

Title:Dedication to woman... Georgia O'Keeffe - Oriental Poppies / John Lennon - Woman / Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou

2012-03-08T05:44:00.005-08:00

Georgia O'Keeffe - Oriental Poppies

John Lennon - Woman

Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Title: Fuck money-Make Art... Gert & Uwe Tobias - Untitled/ Compagnie Marie Chouinard - BODY REMIX GOLDBERG VARIATIONS / Baudelaire: The Albatross

2012-03-05T12:15:00.002-08:00

Gert & Uwe Tobias - Untitled

Compagnie Marie Chouinard - BODY REMIX GOLDBERG VARIATIONS

Baudelaire: The Albatross

The Albatross
By Charles Baudelaire
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Often for sport the crewmen will ensnare
Some albatrosses: vast seabirds that sweep
In lax accompaniment through the air
Behind the ship that skims the bitter deep.

No sooner than they dump them on the floors
These skyborn kings, graceless and mortified,
Feel great white wings go down like useless oars
And drag pathetically at either side.

That sky-rider: how gawky now, how meek!
How droll and ugly he who shone on high!
The sailors poke a pipestem in his beak,
Then limp to mock this cripple born to fly.

The poet is so like this prince of clouds
Who haunted storms and sneered at earthly slings;
Now, banished to the ground, to cackling crowds,
He cannot walk beneath the weight of wings.

The Original:

L'Albatros

Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.

Caravaggio - Narcissus, CEMC - Barbara Strozzi (1619-1677) - 3 Songs, William Shakespeare - Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

2012-02-27T03:01:00.000-08:00

Caravaggio - Narcissus

CEMC - Barbara Strozzi (1619-1677) - 3 Songs

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumèd tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses;
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwooed and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.

Willy Verginer - Cecita Voluta , Sinéad O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U , John Milton - On His Blindness

2012-02-04T12:31:00.000-08:00

Willy Verginer - Cecita Voluta -Linden and acrylic-2007-12m L

Sinéad O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U

John Milton - On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

No. 5, 1948 by Jackson Pollock - Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet, New York City Сhoreography by Benoit-Swan Pouffer. Music: "The cold song" by klaus nomi. - Σιμωνίδης ο Κείος (556 π.Χ.-469 π.Χ.) -Simonides

2012-02-01T08:59:00.000-08:00

No. 5, 1948 by Jackson Pollock

Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet, New York City
Сhoreography by Benoit-Swan Pouffer.

Music: "The cold song" by klaus nomi.

Σιμωνίδης ο Κείος (556 π.Χ.-469 π.Χ.) -Simonides

ΕΣΤΙ ΤΙΣ ΛΟΓΟΣ
ΤΑΝ ΑΡΕΤΑΝ ΝΑΙΕΙΝ.
ΔΥΣΑΜΒΑΤΟΙΣ ΕΠΙ ΠΕΤΡΑΙΣ.
ΑΓΝΑΝ ΔΕ ΜΙΝ ΘΕΑΝ
ΧΩΡΟΝ ΑΓΝΟΝ ΑΜΦΕΠΕΙΝ.
ΟΥΔΕ ΠΑΝΤΩΝ ΒΛΕΦΑΡΟΙΣ
ΘΝΑΤΩΝ ΕΣΟΠΤΟΣ,
Ω ΜΗ ΔΑΚΕΘΥΜΟΣ ΙΔΡΩΣ
ΕΝΔΟΘΕΝ ΜΟΛΗ
ΙΚΗ Τ' ΕΣ ΑΚΡΟΝ ΑΝΔΡΕΙΑΣ.

There is a saying about virtue:

She nestles in rough untroden rocks

And reigns a divine, sacred land.

Not all mortals can see her.

Only those,

whose burning desire in their heart

leads them to the greatest deeds

Leonardo da Vinci - Ginevra de' Benci, Βίκυ Μοσχολιού / Σταύρος Ξαρχάκος / Νίκος Γκάτσος - "Εμείς που μείναμε", Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi - "The Meaning of God"

2012-01-30T14:11:00.000-08:00

Leonardo da Vinci - Ginevra de' Benci

Βίκυ Μοσχολιού / Σταύρος Ξαρχάκος / Νίκος Γκάτσος - "Εμείς που μείναμε"

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi - "The Meaning of God"

There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything.

I feel It, though I do not see It.

It is this unseen Power which makes Itself felt

and yet defies all proof, because It is so unlike all that

I perceive through my senses.

It transcends the senses....

That informing Power or Spirit is God....

For I can see that in the midst of death life persists,

in the midst of untruth, truth persists,

in the midst of darkness light persists.

Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light. He is love.

He is supreme good.

But he is no God who merely satisfies the intellect

If He ever does.

God to be God must rule the heart and transform it.

Gustav Klimt - The Kiss , Etta James - I'd Rather Go Blind , William Shakespeare - Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

2012-01-28T15:57:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt - The Kiss

Etta James - I'd Rather Go Blind

William Shakespeare - Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by overpartial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.

Dave Beckerman - "City without People" / Coldplay - "Viva La Vida" / Charles Baudelaire - "BALCONY"

2011-11-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Dave Beckerman - "City without People"

https://picasaweb.google.com/116247667398036716276/CityWithoutPeople#5614908173143659506

Coldplay - "Viva La Vida"

Charles Baudelaire - "BALCONY"

MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of evenings by the gentle fire,
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!

The eves illumined by the burning coal,
The balcony where veiled rose-vapour clings--
How soft your breast was then, how sweet your soul!
Ah, and we said imperishable things,
Those eves illumined by the burning coal.

Lovely the suns were in those twilights warm,
And space profound, and strong life's pulsing flood,
In bending o'er you, queen of every charm,
I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.
The suns were beauteous in those twilights warm.

The film of night flowed round and over us,
And my eyes in the dark did your eyes meet;
I drank your breath, ah! sweet and poisonous,
And in my hands fraternal slept your feet--
Night, like a film, flowed round and over us.

I can recall those happy days forgot,
And see, with head bowed on your knees, my past.
Your languid beauties now would move me not
Did not your gentle heart and body cast
The old spell of those happy days forgot.

Can vows and perfumes, kisses infinite,
Be reborn from the gulf we cannot sound;
As rise to heaven suns once again made bright
After being plunged in deep seas and profound?
Ah, vows and perfumes, kisses infinite!

ΕΓΓΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ ΝΙΚΟΣ - ΟΙ ΑΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΟΙ (Engonopoulos Nikos -The Incorruptible) / Elis Regina - Águas de Março by Tom Jobim / XXXVI by Michael Field

2011-09-23T10:05:00.000-07:00

ΕΓΓΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ ΝΙΚΟΣ - ΟΙ ΑΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΟΙ (Engonopoulos Nikos - The Incorruptible)

Elis Regina - Águas de Março by Tom Jobim

XXXVI by Michael Field

Yea, gold is son of Zeus: no rust

Its timeless light can stain;

The worm that brings man's flesh to dust

Assaults its strength in vain:

More gold than gold the love I sing,

A hard, inviolable thing.

Men say the passions should grow old

With waning years; my heart

Is incorruptible as gold,

'Tis my immortal part:

Nor is there any god can lay

On love the finger of decay.

Edgar Degas - Little Dancer of Fourteen Years / Nina Simone - Little Girl Blue - (Music by Richard Rodgers and lyrics by Lorenz Hart) / Katherine Mansfield - A Little Girl's Prayer

2011-08-17T09:42:00.000-07:00

Edgar Degas - Little Dancer of Fourteen Years

Nina Simone - Little Girl Blue - (Music by Richard Rodgers and lyrics by Lorenz Hart)

Katherine Mansfield - A Little Girl's Prayer

Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:

That I may take into my bosom
The breeze that is like his brother,
But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter
Exhoes the joy of the other.

Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces
There are small clouds at play.
I watch their remote, mysterious play-time
In the other far-away.

Grant I may hear the small birds singing
the song that the silence knows...
(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,
The lovely moment grows,

Ripples into the air like water
Away and away without sound,
And the little girl gets up from her praying
On the cold ground)

Ivan Morley - Tehachepi (Sic) / Johann Sebastian Bach - Mstislav Leopoldovich Rostropovich - Suite for cello N° 6 -PART I / Lao Tzu - Tao Te Ching (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

2011-08-08T10:14:00.000-07:00

Ivan Morley - Tehachepi (Sic)

Johann Sebastian Bach - Mstislav Leopoldovich Rostropovich - Suite for cello N° 6 -PART I

Lao Tzu - Tao Te Ching (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.

The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin
of all particular things.

Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.

Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.
This source is called darkness.

Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.

ΚΑΤΕΡΙΝΑ ΚΑΝΕΛΛΑΚΟΥ (KATERINA KANELLAKOU) - "ΣΤΙΓΜΗ ΜΟΥ" ("ΜΥ ΜΟΜΕΝΤ") / Michael Nyman - The Claim (The Exchange) / Friedrich von Schiller - The Favor Of The Moment

2011-08-05T01:05:00.000-07:00

ΚΑΤΕΡΙΝΑ ΚΑΝΕΛΛΑΚΟΥ (KATERINA KANELLAKOU) - "ΣΤΙΓΜΗ ΜΟΥ" ("ΜΥ ΜΟΜΕΝΤ")

Michael Nyman - The Claim (The Exchange)

Friedrich von Schiller - The Favor Of The Moment

Once more, then, we meet
In the circles of yore;
Let our song be as sweet
In its wreaths as before,
Who claims the first place
In the tribute of song?
The God to whose grace
All our pleasures belong.
Though Ceres may spread
All her gifts on the shrine,
Though the glass may be red
With the blush of the vine,
What boots--if the while
Fall no spark on the hearth;
If the heart do not smile
With the instinct of mirth?--
From the clouds, from God's breast
Must our happiness fall,
'Mid the blessed, most blest
Is the moment of all!
Since creation began
All that mortals have wrought,
All that's godlike in man
Comes--the flash of a thought!
For ages the stone
In the quarry may lurk,
An instant alone
Can suffice to the work;
An impulse give birth
To the child of the soul,
A glance stamp the worth
And the fame of the whole.
On the arch that she buildeth
From sunbeams on high,
As Iris just gildeth,
And fleets from the sky,
So shineth, so gloometh
Each gift that is ours;
The lightning illumeth--
The darkness devours!

Pierre Auguste Renoir - Summer Landscape / Antonio Vivaldi - Four Seasons - Summer - Presto by Sarah Chang / Robert Louis Stevenson - Summer Sun

2011-07-31T06:05:00.000-07:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir - Summer Landscape

Antonio Vivaldi - Four Seasons - Summer - Presto by Sarah Chang

Robert Louis Stevenson - Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

El Greco (Domenicos Theotokopoulos) - "Angelic Concert" / MANOS HATZIDAKIS - "STREET OF DREAMS" / Homer - "Hymn to Apollo"

2011-07-28T14:05:00.000-07:00

El Greco (Domenicos Theotokopoulos) - "Angelic Concert"

MANOS HATZIDAKIS - "STREET OF DREAMS"

Homer - "Hymn to Apollo"

Phoebus, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneus; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last.

And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favor with my song.

_______________________________________________________

Φοῖβε, σὲ μὲν καὶ κύκνος ὑπὸ πτερύγων λίγ᾽ ἀείδει,
ὄχθῃ ἐπιθρώσκων ποταμὸν πάρα δινήεντα,
Πηνειόν: σὲ δ᾽ ἀοιδὸς ἔχων φόρμιγγα λίγειαν
ἡδυεπὴς πρῶτόν τε καὶ ὕστατον αἰὲν ἀείδει.
καὶ σὺ μὲν οὕτω χαῖρε, ἄναξ, ἵλαμαι δέ σ᾽ ἀοιδῇ.

Van Shnooken Raggen (Andrew Lynch) - Two Warehouses / John Coltrane - Stan Getz - Oscar Peterson - Paul Chambers - Jimmy Cobb "Hackensack" / Kālidāsa's Meghadūta, or "Cloud Messenger"

2011-07-26T11:04:00.000-07:00

Van Shnooken Raggen (Andrew Lynch) - Two Warehouses

John Coltrane - Stan Getz - Oscar Peterson - Paul Chambers - Jimmy Cobb "Hackensack"

Kālidāsa's Meghadūta, or "Cloud Messenger"(Sanskrit lyrical poetry / Circa 400-1100 A.D.)

(Here are the magic gardens of heaven)

...Where lovers, rich with hidden wealth untold,
Wander each day with nymphs for ever young,
Enjoy the wonders that the gardens hold,
The Shining Gardens, where the praise is sung
Of the god of wealth by choirs with love-impassioned tongue.

Where sweet nocturnal journeys are betrayed
At sunrise by the fallen flowers from curls
That fluttered as they stole along afraid,
By leaves, by golden lotuses, by pearls,
By broken necklaces that slipped from winsome girls...

Arnold Schoenberg - Arnold Schoenberg - Richard Dehmel

2011-07-24T10:06:00.000-07:00

Arnold Schoenberg: Erwartung / Expectation

Arnold Schoenberg - Verklärte Nacht (part 1) - Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center

Richard Dehmel - Verklärte Nacht

Zwei Menschen gehn durch kahlen, kalten Hain;
der Mond läuft mit, sie schaun hinein.
Der Mond läuft über hohe Eichen;
kein Wölkchen trübt das Himmelslicht,
in das die schwarzen Zacken reichen.
Die Stimme eines Weibes spricht:

„Ich trag ein Kind, und nit von Dir,
ich geh in Sünde neben Dir.
Ich hab mich schwer an mir vergangen.
Ich glaubte nicht mehr an ein Glück
und hatte doch ein schwer Verlangen
nach Lebensinhalt, nach Mutterglück

und Pflicht; da hab ich mich erfrecht,
da ließ ich schaudernd mein Geschlecht
von einem fremden Mann umfangen,
und hab mich noch dafür gesegnet.
Nun hat das Leben sich gerächt:
nun bin ich Dir, o Dir, begegnet.“

Sie geht mit ungelenkem Schritt.
Sie schaut empor; der Mond läuft mit.
Ihr dunkler Blick ertrinkt in Licht.
Die Stimme eines Mannes spricht:

„Das Kind, das Du empfangen hast,
sei Deiner Seele keine Last,
o sieh, wie klar das Weltall schimmert!
Es ist ein Glanz um alles her;
Du treibst mit mir auf kaltem Meer,
doch eine eigne Wärme flimmert
von Dir in mich, von mir in Dich.

Die wird das fremde Kind verklären,
Du wirst es mir, von mir gebären;
Du hast den Glanz in mich gebracht,
Du hast mich selbst zum Kind gemacht.“
Er faßt sie um die starken Hüften.
Ihr Atem küßt sich in den Lüften.
Zwei Menschen gehn durch hohe, helle Nacht.

Transfigured Night

Two people are walking through a bare, cold wood;
the moon keeps pace with them and draws their gaze.
The moon moves along above tall oak trees,
there is no wisp of cloud to obscure the radiance
to which the black, jagged tips reach up.
A woman’s voice speaks:

“I am carrying a child, and not by you.
I am walking here with you in a state of sin.
I have offended grievously against myself.
I despaired of happiness,
and yet I still felt a grievous longing
for life’s fullness, for a mother’s joys

and duties; and so I sinned,
and so I yielded, shuddering, my sex
to the embrace of a stranger,
and even thought myself blessed.
Now life has taken its revenge,
and I have met you, met you.”

She walks on, stumbling.
She looks up; the moon keeps pace.
Her dark gaze drowns in light.
A man’s voice speaks:

“Do not let the child you have conceived
be a burden on your soul.
Look, how brightly the universe shines!
Splendour falls on everything around,
you are voyaging with me on a cold sea,
but there is the glow of an inner warmth
from you in me, from me in you.

That warmth will transfigure the stranger’s child,
and you bear it me, begot by me.
You have transfused me with splendour,
you have made a child of me.”
He puts an arm about her strong hips.
Their breath embraces in the air.
Two people walk on through the high, bright night.

(English translation by Mary Whittall)

Gustav Klimt - Chick Corea & Hiromi Uehara - Rudyard Kipling

2011-07-22T12:22:00.000-07:00

Gustav Klimt - The Kiss

Chick Corea & Hiromi Uehara - Spain

Rudyard Kipling - The Dawn Wind

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
  You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,
  And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.         

So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down,
  Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes, 
Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind strays on,
  Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.

Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel's wing,
 Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: "The Sun! The Sun!"
And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing,
 And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is day and his work is done.                              

So when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her waking
  Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and moan,
Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking,
  And every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!