Zwischenwelten: Feb 10, 2017

Friday, February 10, 2017

Muddy Waters , The Howling Wolf

full moon, howling wolves

fresh snow outside....a cold night

Donegal's Wild Atlantic Way ,Go Visit Donegal ,www.govisitdonegal.com

Bach Cello Suite No.1 G major, Prelude, Mischa Maisky ,BWV 1007

Erik Satie, Sonneries de la Rose et Croix. Bojan Gorišek, piano

Benny Goodman ,Sing Sing Sing (with a swing) 1935

Duke Ellington ,Cat Anderson trumpet solo.

Bill Haley & Comets , See You Later Alligator

in the yawn of the universe: my Valentine's poem

in the yawn of the universe
this is where we live
more than a billion
of self-conscious lives,

biters cased in the idea
of self, all running, erring,
fighting each one for himself,
all thinking they must be free

altogether a disorderly crowd
unable to compete with ants,
they cannot find happiness,
they hunt for freedom,

purchase and consumption
of life eternal, wish to be
independent from bees, from earth,
from digestion, dirt and death

unsoiled by suffering,
masked and painted,
they ask for approval,
for confirmation of eternity

seek life not pure but clean,
even sex will not be naked
nor can mating be true,
it shows too much of

vulnerability and death,
the power of presence
must give way to artificial
creatures and disgust is near,

in the yawn of the universe
the biters cannot find love
nor are they ready for sacrifice,
they are all crucified

to themselves, often blind
and ready to follow
a man with promises
of ruling the earth,

never wholehearted
in giving, in staying,
in caring, never stepping
outside the circle

nor going inside
they have no center
but their fear and
their skeleton casing.

in the yawn of the universe
our life is short
but now is now,
the mystery is here.

now go..
and kiss,
it will close your lips.
silence.

Bob Dylan ,Series Of Dreams

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Tarkovsky,quotes

"El tiempo sólo es un estado: la flama en la que vive la salamandra del alma humana".
...
"Cuando hablo de poesía no estoy pensando en ella como un género. La poesía es una conciencia del mundo, una forma particular de relacionarse con la realidad... Un artista así puede discernir las líneas del diseño poético del ser. Es capaz de ir más allá de las limitaciones de la lógica coherente, y comunicar la profunda complejidad y la verdad de las conexiones impalpables y los fenómeno ocultos de la vida".

Tarkovsky,polaroids

Tarvovsky,polaroids