And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.
A B "Banjo" Paterson
The Day That The Circus Left Town
We had a moment at the Cafe Carlyle Miss E. K.! An extraordinary performance/show. I wish someone had been brave enough to bootleg a/that performance. Alas: I was a coward. Well: not quite so. Sometimes suddenly....Never/not always. But the memory never will fade....
Seurat's Circus Sideshow is about to open at the Metropolitan Museum of Art New York. It's a sad show-certainly not in quality. And the debate/research about one of Seurat's most famous paintings is enthralling. Are circuses inherently sad.? The cliche that would not exist without the truth? The least exploitative forms are breathtaking and beautiful. But always the scary dangerous edge of things is masked by the sheer daring, determination and sense of wonder.
VIDEO HERE...maybe...soonish (hopefully with a little twist from the knife thrower...)
How Daumier is that Raymond P.- like u don't know what I am referring to.....
Damn everything but the circus!. . .The average 'painter' 'sculptor' 'poet' 'composer' 'playwright' is a person who cannot leap through a hoop from the back of a galloping horse, make people laugh with a clown's mouth, orchestrate twenty lions.
― E.E. Cummings (i & now & him nonlecture #5)
È arrivato Zampanò! (La Strada)
so what am I leading to here....! Swiss bank accounts would be interesting...Hollywoody's don't really earn that much relatively...Don't go after Di Caprio, Depp et al. Boring! FFFFING boring! Get real IRS!
You want some names? You wish. ! ! ! Send me a.....I haven't broken any law here...
I am just bored. Bored of boring websites that glow in the darkness of the fading glamorous light. We can all PRETEND fashion weeks. Show me something that is integral to this planet. Even if it is esoteric and so-called elitist! Did I miss it this week , last year this week. I miss a lot. Maybe everything. So what do I know beyond the cinema and art screen?! Where is the next Alexander McQueen? I bet THEY are everywhere. !!!!! Who gives a shit about his/her/it sex life. We all: give a shit about his Mum. !!! Our...
There is never, ever any separation between the arts. We are the only fabric that could be a future. I look at my gorgeous silk damask sofa (I watch and write and dream upon) and protect constantly. But really: didn't I screw up with that! I mean: if one has to apologize beauty by draping a cloth over, isn't something missing in that equation? If it isn't Bauhaus, utilitarian...!!!!
too much said...like i ever wish to be opinionated....:))))))))))
È arrivato Zampanò! (La Strada)
Cobwebs And Strange (The Who)
Rhymes and Reasons (John Denver)
Circus
If I look like home to you, if I am your sign, don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line.
It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time, looking everywhere, going nowhere.
For the skies, they look so lazy now, heavy are the clouds.
There's nothing here that I can learn of what it's all about.
You haven't said a thing to me, you talk so very loud, looking everywhere, going nowhere.
Well, I think I'll try the circus or go back to Mexico.
It's time to make mistakes again, it's time to change the show.
It's time and time and time again to find another way,
It's time to gather forces and get out of yesterday.
Because I lost what I was looking for, there's nothing left to share.
I need to take myself away to be some other where,
a face, a life, a minute more, I don't think I can spare, looking everywhere, going nowhere.
'Cause I tell you when you hurt me and you just don't seem to know,
I inform you when I'm lonely and you still don't think I'll go.
So if I lie to you and smile a thought that's only halfway here,
it's just a circus and I'm singing, I'm never really near.
If I look like home to you, if I am your sign, don't try to understand it girl when I draw the line.
It hasn't come to this that you can say I waste my time,
looking everywhere, looking everywhere, looking anywhere, going nowhere. John Denver
If It's Magic (Stevie Wonder)
Pas de deux for Lovers
To wake
and go
would be so simple.
Morning ought not
to be complex.
The sun is a seed
cast at dawn into the long
furrow of history.
Yet
how the
first light
makes gold her hair
upon my arm.
How then
shall I leave,
and where away to go. Day
is so deep already with involvement. Michael Dransfield
La Strada...
To His Lady
Beloved beauty who inspires
love in me from afar, your face obscured
except when your celestial image
stirs my heart in sleep, or in the fields
where light and nature's laughter shine more lovely—
was it maybe you who blessed
the innocent age called golden,
and do you now, blithe spirit,
fly among men? Or does that miser fate
who hides you from us save you for the future?
No hope of seeing you alive
remains for me now,
except when, naked and alone,
my soul will go down a new street
to its unknown home. Already at the dawn
of my dark, uncertain day
I imagined you a fellow traveler
on this arid ground. But there's no thing
that resembles you on earth. And if someone
had a face like yours, in act and word she'd be,
though something like you, far less beautiful.
In spite of all the suffering
fate decreed for human time,
if there were anyone on earth
who truly loved you as my thought depicts you,
this life for him would be a blessing.
And I see clearly how your love
would lead me still to strive for praise and virtue,
as I used to in my early years.
Though heaven gave no comfort for our troubles,
yet with you mortal life would be
like what in heaven leads to divinity.
In the valleys, where the song
of the weary farmer sounds,
and when I sit and mourn
the illusions of youth fading,
and on the hills where I recall
and grieve for my lost desires
and my life's lost hope, I think of you
and start to shake. If only I, in this
sad age and unhealthy atmosphere,
could keep hold of your noble look; for since the real thing's
missing I must make do with the image.
Whether you are the only one
of the eternal ideas eternal wisdom
refuses to see arrayed in sensible form
to know the pains of mortal life
in transitory spoils,
or if in the supernal spheres another earth
from among unnumbered worlds receives you
and a near star lovelier than the Sun
warms you and you breathe benigner ether,
from here, where years are both ill-starred and brief,
accept this hymn from your unnoticed lover. GIACOMO LEOPARDI (TRANSLATED BY JONATHAN GALASSI)
Rose Maxson: I wanted a house I could sing in. And that's what your Daddy gave me.
Henri Michaux
!!!!!! Run boy run !!!!!!!!!!
I NEVER re-write/edit posts. Found this 'deleted 'YouTube link (trying to source my own material). Well: there's a new link to the same material. Same intent.
Why take that down? It would encourage many to see the film Camelot. (Mine eyes just roll at copyright Fascism!)
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