Saturday, March 31, 2012

Mourid Barghouti, “I Have No Problem”

I look at myself:
I have no problem.
I look all right
and, to some girls,
my grey hair might even be attractive;
my eyeglasses are well made,
my body temperature is precisely thirty seven,
my shirt is ironed and my shoes do not hurt.
I have no problem.
My hands are not cuffed,
my tongue has not been silenced yet,
I have not, so far, been sentenced
and I have not been fired from my work;
I am allowed to visit my relatives in jail,
I’m allowed to visit some of their graves in some countries.
I have no problem.
I am not shocked that my friend
has grown a horn on his head.
I like his cleverness in hiding the obvious tail
under his clothes, I like his calm paws.
He might kill me, but I shall forgive him
for he is my friend;
he can hurt me every now and then.
I have no problem.
The smile of the TV anchor
does not make me ill any more
and I’ve got used to the Khaki stopping my colours
night and day.
That is why
I keep my identification papers on me, even at
the swimming pool.
I have no problem.
Yesterday, my dreams took the night train
and I did not know how to say goodbye to them.
I heard the train had crashed
in a barren valley
(only the driver survived).
I thanked God, and took it easy
for I have small nightmares
that I hope will develop into great dreams.
I have no problem.
I look at myself, from the day I was born till now.
In my despair I remember
that there is life after death;
there is life after death
and I have no problem.
But I ask:
Oh my God,
is there life before death?

Translated by Radwa Ashour

If Jesus Ran For President...

Josephine Baker takes her pet cheetah, Chiquita, for a walk, 1931



Tuesday, March 27, 2012

“Mediocre people have an answer for everything and are astonished at nothing. They always want to have the air of knowing better than you what you are going to tell them.”

Eugene Delacroix

“If I ever loved a woman, the more I loved her, the more I wanted to hurt her. Frida was only the most obvious victim of this disgusting trait.”

Diego Rivera

“I was born a bitch. I was born a painter.”

Frida Kahlo

Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner in front of his work, ca. 1950

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Battle Royale Trailer

Saw this last night...IT"S BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Gauguin gave this account of the ear incident to Bernard, who relayed it to Aurier in a letter as follows:

Ever since [it was clear] I had to leave Arles, he was so bizarre that I couldn’t take it. He even said to me: “Are you going to leave?” And when I said “Yes,” he tore this sentence from a newspaper and put it in my hand: “the murderer took flight.”

I spent the night in a hotel, and when I went back all of Arles was in front of our house. Then the police arrested me, because the house was covered in blood. This is what had happened.

Vincent had returned home after my departure, had taken a razor and cut his ear clean through. Then he put a big beret over his head and went to a brothel to take the ear to a wretched girl, telling her: “You will remember me, truly I tell you this.” The girl fainted immediately. The police were called and came to the house.

Vincent was hospitalized. His state is worse, he wants to sleep with the patients, chases the nurses, and washes himself in the coal-bucket. They had to lock him up in a room

Every artist and artform no matter what medium has gone through Pollock's work to get to their own
Andy Warhol

Madonna and Jean-Michel Basquiat

THE Barnett Newman

“I am doubtful of any talent, so whatever I choose to be, will be accomplished only by long study and work. I fear it will be forced and mechanical. Architecture interests me, but not in the sense painting and sculpturing does… As to what I would like to be, it is difficult to say. An artist of some kind. If nothing else I shall always study the Arts. People have always frightened and bored me, consequently I have been within my own shell.”
— Jackson Pollock at age 17 in a letter to his brothers Charles and Frank. [l]

The Mill and The Cross (2011) Movie Trailer HD

Sunday, March 18, 2012

"The moon and sun are travelers through eternity; even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."

— Matsuo Basho

Neil deGrasse Tyson - We Stopped Dreaming (Episode 1) (Quieter music)

Dexter Gordon

Habit forming

There are a few "doubles" of earlier posts -it's because I recently ended another blog of mine and to save it's content had it automatically combined with this one...sorry about that.Eventually I'll get to editing the doppelgangers out!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

His process was fascinating but his true greatness and achievement was in the beauty of the paintings- Pollock re-defined what constitutes beauty in painting. In a sense. in a quasi-religious -sounding sense-he completed the prophesy of Courbet.

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
- A Farewell To Arms, Ernest Hemingway

NOT the Metropolitan Museum

Where are our moments of wintertime

I have no need for words.
The sleet on the windows,
the slow breathing of you sleeping,
the clock’s hum—
our home’s soft conversation.
No moon, but the clouds hold all that snow,
night softened to gray; no words can lighten
a sky like that, ease the push and pull that
holds us tight. What is it we won’t say?

Under the streetlight a rabbit shivers along
fence posts, shadows long as wet pines,
chicken wire clotted with drifts.
The heaviness of it—the spinning trees,
the sharp tongue of wind,
the fall into the smell of leaves,
into the cold, into you. Wordless.
- Patricia Kennedy Bostian, from “Sunday Afternoon” (via awritersruminations)
Even though I've been known to hate Summer...there are a few things I admire about it


Battle of Marathon 490 B.C. (Battles B.C.) 1/4


Talking Heads - Psycho Killer

Frankie Lymon - Goody Goody (Live)

The Wanderers - I'll Know...I did.

Friday, March 16, 2012

She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.
- Jedediah Berry

Robert Wyatt - Pigs

This song was created for an album intended to raise awareness of the abuse of animals-"Artists for Animals". Simple not simplistic...brilliant, really

Jimi Hendrix - Hey Joe

Jethro Tull - Bourée

Τον Κύριον υμνείτε -Ton Kurion Ymneite - Praise Ye The Lord - 1st Tone

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Wednesday, March 14, 2012


After listening to the video/song just below--If you don't find yourself after about 10 seconds screaming the following I can never ever hope to be your friend.

Game On - Song for Rick Santorum - Super Tuesday Surprise Original By Fi...

Monday, March 12, 2012

My cat Posthumous died today.He of the "odd look " inducing name. He the crazy "thumbed" black long hair with the demanding meow. He was at least 14-the last couple of days, as he rapidly weakened,he looked twice that. I'll miss him forever.

Saturday, March 10, 2012