Time is the fiction of change; progress is the fiction of humanity.
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I've got a bunch of stuff for you to look at /read / listen to because my life itself simply consists in reading books. And that's not very interesting to talk about...
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Zdzislaw Beksinski (24 February 1929 - 21 February 2005) was a renowned Polish painter. And here is some of his incomparably beautiful art...
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And I loved this but I don't know who took the photograph
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Here're some words
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Dusk:
A dying sky of
Slashed pastel-lacerations.
Art can be so careless...
I imagine I'm at sea
And the burnt sky
Defines the
Darkness:
Ink blue, and
Black grey
Against fire -
All red and ochre.
I want for so little -
I just want you:
A slice of beauty
To light up
The darkness.
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Liquid
Everything's liquid,
Everything's changed.
I'm painted in oils,
In blacks, blues and grey.
And in this grey city, on these grey days,
pressed up against the stench of turpentine,
I'm washed away.
In three short breaths I've become nothing -
borne away.
Only now could it come to this.
It's not so bad.
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Jack
(Jack Daniels, all
Rich and mud brown)
Two wars and Jack later -
You're looking tired. . .
S'
Hum me the old tunes,
All brass and swing!
(yes. . .
brass an' swing. . .)
I did it my way!
Yeah,
you did it your way.
Two wars and Jack later
And we've got nothing for you.
Not even hope.
Like a child you said to me:
I'm afraid of the dark again.
(For a man understands
It's the last thing we see.)
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How these years have piled up. Once monumental, architectural, huge vistas of blue skies and lazy hot summers, now compacted by time into tiny, meagre increments; now slow and hard-pressed into long grey sediment; my greying skin, doubled and folded over; a landslide of time rolling down into the lines of my forehead.
I look in the mirror. Remembering: a simple act of archaeology.
Nestled and ground within the troughs of age, memories lie like ley lines winding beneath the present. All time and matter is buried into the continuous present of my aging, each decade pushing through a new geography; this aging land that sets and resets, that slowly becomes more firm and fast, that has lived all it must and been all that it has had to be, is slowly and inevitably coming to rest.
I look in the mirror and somewhere I am lost.
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And some music: file under melancholy, brooding and beautiful. It all pretty much plays in order and remember, if you want any of the tracks, you've got 7 days to download them before they expire ()
Slowdive - Dagger
Sunn 0))) and Boris - The Sinking Belle
Korouva - Tide
Tarentel - 2 Sides
Joy Division - The Eternal
Spiritualized - Broken Heart
Elysian Fields - Live For the Touch
Bill Evans - N.Y.C.'s No Lark
Keith Jarrett - Radiance Part xvii
Final - Confusion
Erik Satie - Gnossienne No. 1 (1890): Lente
Erik Satie - Gnossienne No. 3 (1890): Lent
Erik Satie - Gnossienne No. 4 (1891): Lent
Erik Satie - Gymnopdie No. 3 (1888): Lent et grave
Chopin - Prelude in E Minor, Op. 28, No. 4
Harold Budd - Pantomime
Vangelis - Bladerunner Blues
Venetian Snares- Aaron
Harold Budd - Breathless...I
Vitriol - Rectificando
Fernyhough - Funerailles Part 1
Giya Kancheli - Mourned By The WInd (Largo)
Stabat Mater
ASVA - Fortune
Paul Hindemith - Es Beugt Die Hupter All
Paul Hindemith - Ja, Dieser Mensch
If any of you do download the music, let me know what you think. And also if you hear anything you like and want to hear more just let me know.
Well, my blogs seem to be getting bigger and bigger and I'm sorry about that but I hope there's something there to pique your interest.
Take care mes amis