Flying through the Valley Separating Day and Night

Dedicated to Gil Scott-Heron. R.I.P.

Standing
in the ruins of another mans life
Or flying through the valley
separating day and night
I am am Death,
Cried the Vulture,
for the people of the light...

so if you see the vulture coming
flying circles in your mind
remember their is no escaping
for he will follow close behind

only promise me a battle
a battle
for your soul and mine...

Text & Music: Gil Scott Heron

Photo: Andrei-Dorian

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE...

This is where the dragons went.



They lie...not dead, not asleep, but... dormant.



And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly.



They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scally.



And presumably, somewhere, there's a key...



Photo: Andrei-Dorian
Text: Terry Pratchett
Music: Bonobo

Own Your Shadow

- Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid or something? - Oh no. It's just they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.

TEXT: William Goldman - The Princess Bride
MUSIC: Sonny Rollins

...enjoy

JAZZ AND THE DESERT

“As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.” A.Camus - a french novelist...

the jazz of this desert:








to be listened in: www.jazzkeller.com

dedicated to Levy Nagy and his amazing blues blog to be seen here:
http://levynagy.wordpress.com/

The first musician/pianist is the fabulous Harry Tavitian. more about him here:
http://harrytavitian.wordpress.com/

It's Midsummer Night.No time for dreaming.

This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier.(Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontier go, it's pretty penultimate...)

The Discworld is as unreal as it is possible to be while still being just real enuff to exist.

There's a saying that there is a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork. And it's wrong. All roads lead away from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes people just walk along them the wrong way.

The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realization that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably way off.

Death is missing - presumed.....er....gone.Which leads to the kind of chaos you always get when an important public service is withdrawn. Meanwhile, on a little farm, far, far away, a tall dark stranger is turning out to be really good with the scythe. There's a harvest to be gathered in....


Images by andrei-dorian gavrila
Text from: The Wit & Wisdom of Discworld - Compiled by Stephen Briggs(From the Discworld serie of Terry Pratchett)

Dedicated to "Patafizica si Fum" and her endeavor with SF literature.

Firenze - Street Mood

Florence syndrome (or Stendhal's syndrome) is a psychosomatic illness that causes rapid heartbeat, dizziness, confusion and even hallucinations when an individual is exposed to art, usually when the art is particularly 'beautiful' or a large amount of art is in a single place. It is named after the famous 19th century French author Stendhal, who described his experience with phenomenon his 1817 visit to Florence, Italy in his book Naples and Florence: a Journey from Milan to Reggio.

text: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stendhal_syndrome
photo: andrei-dorian gavrila

A working Class Hero is Something to Be!!!

In these past few weeks we have heard a lot about the "real economy" (the production and circulation of goods) and the – how should we call it? unreal? – economy which is the source of all evils, in that its agents had become "irresponsible", "irrational" and "predatory" – fuelling, first rapaciously, then in a panic, the now formless mass of stocks, securities and currencies. The return to the real cannot be a movement leading from bad "irrational" speculation back to healthy production. It is the return to the immediate and reflective life of all those who inhabit this world. It is from that vantage-point that one can observe capitalism without flinching, including the disaster movie that it is currently inflicting upon us. The real is not this movie, but its audience.

For the text see http://www.cinestatic.com/infinitethought/2008/10/badiou-on-financial-crisis.asp(Of Which Real is this Crisis the Spectacle? Alain Badiou, Le Monde, 17/10/08. )