John Mayall , Sitting In The Rain

smiled, so inappropriate for this day, waking with snow,headache

and cough..used to like this when young..much much younger

Bill Evans , Peace Piece

Popol Vuh , Abschied

Popol Vuh , Improvisation (1971)

Aria ,Goldberg Variations , Simone Dinnerstein , Bach

Laurie Anderson , Here With You

Joan Baez , Whistle Down The Wind (Official Audio)

III. , Andante -,BWV 1003 ,The Swingle Singers , Bach

Concerto for 2 violins ,Vivace , The Swingle Singers , Bach

As I Began To Love Myself-, Charlie Chaplin

Nitin Sawhney , Spirals

Nitin Sawhney, Laugh (FAMU)

My Soul, Nitin Sawhney, Paul McCartney

Nitin Sawhney , Ojos De Brujo , Noches En Vela (Parts 1 & 2)

Satie , Je te veux

Nitin Sawhney, Daydream (FAMU)

Mazzy Star , Mary of Silence

Joanna Brouk ‎, Healing Music, Espera (Excerpt)

Joanna Brouk , Diving Deep, Remembering Love

The Doors , Yes, The River Knows

Moby , This Wild Darkness (Official Video)

Joanna Brouk, Aurora

Laurie Anderson , The Dream Before

memory of a walk in the snow

walking..snow..light

Tord Gustavsen Trio , Tears Transforming (live)

Leonard Cohen, Bird on the Wire

Freight Train , Elizabeth Cotten

Bertolt Brecht, Erinnerungen an Marie A., Remembering Marie A., David Bowie

1 An jenem Tag im blauen Mond September Still unter einem jungen Pflaumenbaum Da hielt ich sie, die stille bleiche Liebe In meinem Arm wie einen holden Traum. Und über uns im schönen Sommerhimmel War eine Wolke, die ich lange sah Sie war sehr weiß und ungeheuer oben Und als ich aufsah, war sie nimmer da. 2 Seit jenem Tag sind viele, viele Monde Geschwommen still hinunter und vorbei Die Pflaumenbäume sind wohl abgehauen Und fragst du mich, was mit der Liebe sei? So sag ich dir: Ich kann mich nicht erinnern. Und doch, gewiss, ich weiß schon, was du meinst Doch ihr Gesicht, das weiß ich wirklich nimmer Ich weiß nur mehr: Ich küsste es dereinst. 3 Und auch den Kuss, ich hätt' ihn längst vergessen Wenn nicht die Wolke da gewesen wär Die weiß ich noch und werd ich immer wissen Sie war sehr weiß und kam von oben her. Die Pflaumenbäume blühn vielleicht noch immer Und jene Frau hat jetzt vielleicht das siebte Kind Doch jene Wolke blühte nur Minuten Und als ich aufsah, schwand sie schon im Wind.

Ich will mit dem gehen, den ich liebe, B.Brecht, I want to go with the one i love

Ich will mit dem gehen, den ich liebe.
Ich will nicht ausrechnen, was es kostet.
Ich will nicht nachdenken, ob es gut ist.
Ich will nicht wissen, ob er mich liebt.
Ich will mit ihm gehen, den ich liebe.

'I want to go with the one I love.
I do not want to calculate the cost.
I do not want to think about whether it's good.
I do not want to know whether he loves me.
I want to go with whom I love.'

memory of the marabou

here the sun has no warmth
the snow is glittering
reflecting light
on the hazel catkins

they dared first to
signal spring,
they had no choice,
they flower

because they must.
i wonder how they
feel, stronger than ice,
swaying in the wind.

frost has its own
clear beauty, fragile
in time, all beauty
is transformation

and death is magic
too, so is all life
unfolding the secret
of gates and alchemy

waking i remembered
the marabous standing
clacking and feeding
around the slaughterhouse

in Kampala, undertakers,
gravely nodding with
a stiff gait, off and on
flapping their wings

they just do what they
do, eating the dead,
none of the suffering
before reaches them

they appear indifferent
but how would i know?
there is murder everywhere,
and death is never far.

the sun in Uganda
was hot, the land
there filled with
the stink of decay

flesh rotting, marabous
cleaned the place,
no black limousines,
no priests hiding the truth

now, better i go out
and let memories go
in the cold and biting
air of frost and snow

i am here,
now,
though i carry death-
alive

Mercedes Sosa , Marcela Morelo , Jamas te olvidare

Pauline Füg , Die Welt ist ein Nachtfalter

Jule Eckert , Ein Märchen des Verstand verlierens

Nitin Sawhney , Daydream (Video by Emily Bates)

good night, this is beautiful, i am not only beautiful :-)

Nitin Sawhney , Koyal (Songbird)

why

why to write words
when there are flowers
in my house,
they are present now

why spill more blood,
it cannot be pure,
carrying memory
like water

how could i give
more than me,
listening to my heart
i still know my mind,

smoke rises from prisons
burning, salt of old tears
freezes with desire,
melts with kisses,

see violence, tenderness,
cruelty,  destruction,
i am naked to me,
why undress for you

could i give pleasure
in the deep and
in the light of day,
will intimacy punish me

or could you give
a gurgling laugh
like i sometimes do
when i talk to me

when i giggle
listening to the rubbish,
thoughts whirling
through my being

could we find
a rest on top of trees,
in the wind,
watching the stars

birds and sky
like a blanket,
a shelter in nowhere,
still and slow

breathing together
and apart, could we
live and die,
trust in the morning

could we sleep, could i,
could you, will there
ever be peace
inside and between?

may i be clear and soft
and flow in lakes
or must i retire
and find a way

not up the mountain
but around, in the valleys
rich with lilies and green,
greet goats and sheep

touch stones and
bark, sing to me,
follow the echo
through  shadows

clumsiness is no sin,
age is no terror,
fear is no poison:
why ignore happiness,

i cannot answer.
but i know joy
grows with beauty
and in silence

and so does love
opening its sweetness
like a cactus in dream,
all its spines still there

and all rivers run
out of springs, all,
all find the sea,
there together, alive

and all sadness
roots in  confusion
and pain, leaves us
hiding in shells

and behind mirrors
reflecting each other
so our ugliness
cannot be seen

why to write words
when there are flowers
in my house,
they are present now

they carry no hope,
give their scent
out of  mystery ,
revelation of essence

what else is there
to feel and do,
be still, my heart,
i have no fence.

this is what can be seen through a window

Chet Baker Trío , How Deep Is The Ocean

Ólafur Arnalds , So Close ft. Arnor Dan

Through dark and light I fight to be
So close
Shadows and lies mask you from me
So close
Bath my skin, the darkness within
So close
The war of our lives no one can win

The missing piece I yearn to find
So close
Please clear the anguish from my mind
So close
But when truth of you comes clear
So close
I wish my life had never come here
So close

Through dark and light I fight to be
So close
Shadows and lies mask you from me

Bahramji , Maneesh de Moor , Gregory Colbert, Return Of The Nightingale

Weeds, Edna St. Vincent Millay

White with daisies and red with sorrel
    And empty, empty under the sky! —
Life is a quest and love a quarrel —
    Here is a place for me to lie.
Daisies spring from damnèd seeds,
    And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
    Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
    The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
    Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
    The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessèd things
    The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

River Pulse (Live) - Nitin Sawhney with Anoushka Shankar

Going Through the Veil - Becoming a Swan, Joanna Brouk , Piano - HDfull -

Joanna Brouk , The Space Between

José , Carlos Drummond de Andrade

E agora, José?
A festa acabou,
a luz apagou,
o povo sumiu,
a noite esfriou,
e agora, José?
e agora, Você?
Você que é sem nome,
que zomba dos outros,
Você que faz versos,
que ama, protesta?
e agora, José?

Está sem mulher,
está sem discurso,
está sem carinho,
já não pode beber,
já não pode fumar,
cuspir já não pode,
a noite esfriou,
o dia não veio,
o bonde não veio,
o riso não veio,
não veio a utopia
e tudo acabou
e tudo fugiu
e tudo mofou,
e agora, José?

E agora, José?
sua doce palavra,
seu instante de febre,
sua gula e jejum,
sua biblioteca,
sua lavra de ouro,
seu terno de vidro,
sua incoerência,
seu ódio, - e agora?

Com a chave na mão
quer abrir a porta,
não existe porta;
quer morrer no mar,
mas o mar secou;
quer ir para Minas,
Minas não há mais.
José, e agora?

Se você gritasse,
se você gemesse,
se você tocasse,
a valsa vienense,
se você dormisse,
se você cansasse,
se você morresse...
Mas você não morre,
você é duro, José!

Sozinho no escuro
qual bicho-do-mato,
sem teogonia,
sem parede nua
para se encostar,
sem cavalo preto
que fuja do galope,
você marcha, José!
José, para onde?

nitin sawhney, fragile wind

Nitin Sawhney , Daybreak

maybe..without video...

Sarah Nemtsov, Luftmacumba / Rio (2011)

Nitin Sawhney , Letting Go

stolen with joy...

Sarah Nemtsov, Orpheus falling (2014)

Beethoven ,Sonata No. 23, F minor, Op. 57, Appassionata, Maria João Pires

William Blake, A collection of 392 illustrations (HD)

Laurie Anderson ,Kronos Quartet , The Water Rises , Our Street Is a Black River

Jelani Blackman , Twenty//Three

Renaissance , Let It Grow

Robert Plant , Ship of Fools HD

The Doors, Cars Hiss By My Window + Lyrics (HQ)

You Make Me Real ,The Doors [STUDIO VERSION]

hum..it's another stuff...

Wild Child , The Doors

Avishai Cohen , Ballad for an Unborn, Live (Jazz a Vienne, 2015)

Jóhann Jóhannsson , Desert music (OST Sicario)

coming to you

i do not only carry
fire in my hands,
i collected seeds
i do not know,
i brought garden soil
and pebbles,
i bring water, rivers,
i took the wind
with me,
and i brought me
and the non-me
which is part of all.

i carry my soul in my skin,
a heart in my fingertips,
the spirit in my silence
and my arms are a cradle
where you can sleep
and wake to the birds
singing, see, i brought them too.

all i bring i have never
possessed, i bring what
i have been given.
I cannot steal the water
of immortality nor will
i slay dragons.
I am a simple man.
I bring my smile.
and i will listen to you.

take care of us.
be gentle with me
and forgive my imperfection.
let us find grace
with the gifts of life.
and let us smile when we can.

radiance

see this dove
in the sky,
in flight,
wings spread

one impulse
out of the sun,
one radiance
of  a soul

tracking its way
in the wind
all one, perfect
doing and being

me, on the ground,
my fingertips burn
with a longing
to grow wings

o to be as free
without my human
mind which seeds
thought into being,

binds me with
ego and divides
my days and nights
with consciousness

of death and past,
i must grow flowers
inside and rise to
light learning grace

Brian Eno , Harold Budd , An Arc Of Doves

Chopin , Sonata No. 3 , B minor, Op. 58 ,Maria João Pires

Mercedes Sosa , Años

Robert Plant , Carry Fire (Live)

Philip Glass ‎, Songs From Liquid Days (1986)

stolen..

Mercedes Sosa , Inconsciente Colectivo

Cass McCombs , Aeon of Aquarius Blues

Artificial Intelligence and the Engineering of humanity: questions on "quality" and on "better"

“We are living in a fake world; we are watching fake evening news. We are fighting a fake war. Our government is fake,” 

.....

"But we find reality in this fake world. So our stories are the same; we are walking through the fake scenes, but ourselves, as we walk through these scenes, are real. The situation is real, in the sense that it’s a commitment, it’s a true relationship."

quote by: Haruki Murakami

link: Transhumanism...what a word

link: 'cosmetic neuroscience'

A friend posted these articles on G+.

All stuff we go through, read, see, feel.

We have been given tools which change our life so much

more than we wish to notice. They give us fake lives and we have fake 

talks. We forgot to communicate, we 'post' and 'share' and 'like'.

And we cannot be astonished that commercial and military powers

want to use these tools to make us more efficient and obedient  

workers, soldiers and customers. 

quote:

"Die ich rief, die Geister
werd ich nun nicht los."

J.W. von Goethe, Der Zauberlehrling

We must keep in mind, at the same time, that these tools are very real

and very powerful, there is a small step between the invention of the 

nuclear bomb and the ongoing though fascinating development 

artificial intelligence.

The stupidity or say the suggestibility and fickleness of human beings 

paired with fear of dying and vanity is so well known throughout 

history:

power uses this since the beginning of the forming societies,

even already in the most primitive groups,

the principles of  advertising create new normative ways

and people walk them, get other lips, breasts, eyelids, faces,

and they will get genetically engineered clones implanted.

when they are told that it is good "quality", they will pay and function.

they will see it in the beginning as a privilege even.

I have not the slightest doubt about it.

The multiplicators of new terror will come out of the upper middle-

class, they are proud they can pay for buying a 'better' future.

They already take every drug on the market available for better mood,

better concentration, better sleep, less pain, better sex, longer life 

expectancy,

it is only a matter of selling and defining the word "better". 

commercialism creates our new norms, and this is said only

half-truth:

it not an -ism selling, not just the mercenary companies, no, it is 

directives from those who hold the real power.

It is not all just fakes, it is lies and lies.

And hidden violence.

We can see that we have no access to nuclear weapons

and we have no access to the new IT developments nor to the

real sources of the internet:

we may try to form groups influencing outcomes or

at least going in open opposition where necessary.

but we cannot turn back the wheels.

and i think we shouldn't even try.

Mainly we should look for alternatives, keep an open eye

and effect change where we can in our small way, join others 

where possible. 

There are some interesting groups reforming the use of internet in 

many ways.

And keep learning, keep asking, not to be ruled by new technical

possibilities but knowing them so well that we can deal with them

at our best possible ability in our present stage in life.

See: R.Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, 1974:

Not to turn away in romantic disgust and comfortable indifference 

but stay in the moment, do what has to be done in full awareness,

deal with what occurs here and now, in daily acts and in attitude.

Not to forget is to go public, to find the knowlegable non-fake 

persons influencing decision makers in industry and politics.

We can ask them on long term perspectives and outcome,

we can try to find the non-chameleons, the stubborn ones.

Though a lot is a fake world, we are not all slot machines,

and we can play a different tune.

And most of us can read.

It is not that i set much hope in a use for the common good

of new technologies, but they are some strong forces world-wide

pleading for it and countries and governments trying to improve the 

quality of life for their citizens.

One is we should not despair and say all was better 'before',

i guess this kind of saying has never been proved true yet.

We have to live with what we have as wisely as we can.

and..indeed in a world of weapons sales, wars and exploitation-

what can we expect?

the good and the bad are always both there, and the

step from one to the other is so....tiny, often hardly recognizable.

in all construction there is imminent destruction,

and the 'maker' trying to rule the world will also bring its end nearer.

we can see it day for day. greed is stronger than reason or so it

appears.

Mercedes Sosa ,La Estrella Azul

Largo, Vivaldi, Cello Sonata in E minor

Gheorghe Zamfir , Busuioc floare catata [1080p HD]

when my cat woke me

now when my cat woke

me out of first dream

with my suitcase

thundering down the stairs

i woke to the words

i kept near and inside

throughout today

driving in trance

they are not for me

but for you and for you.

do not wail at my grave

when i will be dead

be silent with my release

and know this:

you have only now.

live with what you have

in grace

and try to be kind.

this is simple.

no rites of sacrifice,

no exercise in suffering-

you will suffer anyway,

also with this, do it

in grace.

when you are near my ashes

you can let memories come,

you can let them go

and stay silent with me.

you may cry, you may laugh,

you can smile but do not think.

please let no priest come to

forgive what you and i must forgive.

please no monologues

dripping euphemisms

nor too much sadness,

why, i will not be sad.

please no psychologists, analysis

makes you turn into pillars

of  salt, you turn back

to stay in the past.

please no philosophy

nor speculations on karma:

even for my urn

it will be too heavy

and i cannot carry

opinions and not even

tears  where i will be,

in the waste land

where all comes and goes

and where the seeds grow

for flowers

you cannot yet see

i do not search for heaven

nor nirvana, i will be light

released into the sea

of all our life and death.

i will listen closely,

closer than your ears

i will be there

and if i can i will smile.

do not explain death.

to live and to die

is your only way.

may you find peace.

Echo and the Bunnymen , Lips Like Sugar (Official Music Video)

Renaissance, Ashes Are Burning

stolen..with pleasure

from Levanto to Malcesine,home via Brennero

Emerging, Pablo Neruda

A man says yes without knowing
how to decide even what the question is,
and is caught up, and then is carried along
and never again escapes from his own cocoon;
and that's how we are, forever falling
into the deep well of other beings;
and one thread wraps itself around our necks,
another entwines a foot, and then it is impossible,
impossible to move except in the well—
nobody can rescue us from other people …

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