Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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I highly recommend everyone to listen to Esbjörn Svensson Trio - especially the album E.S.T Live in Hamburg. Such delicate and sweet jazz with all sorts of influences, electronic effects and emotional twists. He was a genius and a master of subtlety with a magnificent sound.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
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My all-time favourite Japanese artist Yoshitaka Amano (born 1952)has done loads of character designs for various mangas and video games. This picture is from Final Fantasy VI - and pictures character Terra in a Magitek-armour.
More Yoshitaka Amano Final Fantasy VI art: http://yoshitaka-amano.kouryu.info/gal-eng-jeux-final_fantasy_06-p-1.html
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As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
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A poem called As I Walked Out One Evening, by W. H. Auden (1907-1973). He was born in England but moved to America. It's one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read and contains the most beautiful phrase ever written.
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
~
A poem called As I Walked Out One Evening, by W. H. Auden (1907-1973). He was born in England but moved to America. It's one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read and contains the most beautiful phrase ever written.
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Toshio Saeki (born 1945), a very infamous Japanese artist are making amazing and strange paintings. He's sometimes called "the godfather of Japanese erotica". A wonderful mix between traditional Japanese style (which art form I really like), and a twisted and nasty fantasy world. He's using a printing method called Chinto; that is to finish the artwork with adding colours after it has been printed. He had an exhibition at the 111 Minna Gallery in San Francisco, the US, in 2010 and they still have an impressive collection of his art works on their website: http://www.111minnagallery.com/2010/toshio-saeki-november-exhibit/.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Nothing Gold Can Stay, a poem by the American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963), written in 1923. Probably one of the best poems ever written.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~
Nothing Gold Can Stay, a poem by the American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963), written in 1923. Probably one of the best poems ever written.
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A painting from 1913, "La Grande Tour" (The Great Tower), by my long-term favourite 19th century painter - the Italian surrealist Giorgio de Chirico (1888-1978). By some reason, this very picture moves me to tears every time I see it and it can be found in the gallery "Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen", in Düsseldorf, Germany. I've never been to Düsseldorf - but this painting alone makes it worth a visit.
Another amazing piece by De Chirico called Mystery and Melancholy of a Street, from 1914. It belongs to a private collector which means I will probably never see it.
More art by De Chirico: http://www.abcgallery.com/C/chirico/chirico.html
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