adam friedman: una visión optimista del mundo natural, post presencia humana

"grateful for our departure? one more expression of human vanity. the finest quality of this stone, these plants and animals, the (landscape) is the indifference manifest to our presence, our absence, our coming, our staying or our going. whether we live or die is a matter of absolutely no concern whatsoever to the (land). let men in their madness blast every city on earth into black rubble and envelop the entire planet in a cloud of lethal gas - the canyons and hills, the springs and rocks will still be here, sunlight will filter through, water will form and warmth shall be upon the land and after sufficient time... things (will) take a different and better course."

edward abbey, en desert solitaire, 1968

(click en las imágenes para verlas grandes!)

reclaiming everest, 2010

oceans before and behind us in time, 2010


this is not a constant place, 2009


no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end, 2010


the techa and the centuries, 2009


a sky of rock, 2009


in the contest between erosion and orogeny, 2009


endurance of the farallons, 2009

vincent moon pasó por buenos aires en febrero (me parece que estuvo por el tigre y otros lugares también, ayayayy..) y lo filmó así a pablo malaurie, cantando carmencita en alguna plaza de villa crespo. lindo, muy lindo.

*actualizado el 6/7/9 (nueva edición)

namaxé

dice nagendra:

"Esta música es el resultado de varios años de trabajo, recibiendo canciones y creando nuestras versiones poco a poco. Han sido un gran regalo en nuestras vidas, las que sin duda se impregnaron de sus melodías. Reflejan también una etapa definida de nuestra rueda, que ya se cumplió y que ahora esta reformulándose también en lo musical.

El objetivo de esta grabacion fue escencialemnte que los que particpan de la rueda puedan cantar en sus casas para que la musica siga sonando.

Un abrazo grande a todos
Nagendra"

sohan qadri

beatles for sale

nacer a veces mata
y ser feliz desgarra.
¿a quién acusaremos cuando triunfe el amor?

silvio rodriguez, de y mariana

SABOTAGE

phosphorescent, a picture of our torn up praise

dale daaleee

bill callahan, a man needs a woman or a man to be a man

bueno y ya llegamos a la última entrega, con a man needs a woman or a man to be a man, otro temazo de aquellos... este cierra el disco, cuya portada reproducimos a continuación, con un lenk pra il bajar. espero que alguno haya escuchado estos temas y haya descubierto algo que le guste... bueno, en fin. disfrutad!

bill callahan, woke on a whaleheart, 2006

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when you leave, i go into our room
and lay me down on birds of paradise
it's pretty womanly in here!
roses noting every move
nothing goes on except what should
a vast legacy of good

and i don't know if i can uphold it on my own
i don't know if i can uphold it on my own
i don't know if i'm to be trusted
in our room
alone

a man needs a woman or a man to be a man
a man needs a woman or a man to be a man

a light that is explicit
between nine and noon
the light shows a life to things thought dead
like oaken legs and fireworks beneath the bed

fireworks are wasted in the day
i set 'em off anyway
to pass the time, 'til you return
i can't see a thing, 'til you return
maybe a little smoke 'til you return
with fireworks!
more fireworks!
with fireworks!
more fireworks!

and you tell me to wait...
just wait...
wait, just wait...

a man needs a woman or a man to be a man
a man needs a woman or a man to be a man

and when it's good and dark
the sky a wet black
like earth has turned
you say ok
now is time, ok
like earth has turned

above us explode a golden lion dripping red
a blue bear spitting white
a spider of fire on a web of sparks
a green dragon with spiralled eyes
fireworks light the way
fireworks light the way

before us lie many a night
before us lie fireworks in boxes
but only in you
deep in you
only in you
deep in you
is the fire that lights them

a man needs a woman or a man to be a man
a man needs a woman or a man to be a man

bill callahan, the wheel

y ya ya ya ya termina sycamore y en seguida empieza the wheel, no puede ser de otra manera.

the wheel has turned
one full circle
time for my meal of wood
to make my home lord
in a stable spoke lord
inside a turning wheel would be good
to make my home lord
in a stable spoke lord
inside a turning wheel bound for good

a woodbee tries to find purchase
in a turning spoke
from memphis to potomac
never giving up hope

i'd die in your jails lord
but you'd die by my laws lord
i think you got it worse
no rebel i, lord
i follow the river
when i'm lost
when i'm lost

the wheel has turned
one more circle
the payload is now immense
so climb aboard all
climb aboard
because the heavier we get
the heavier we get
the harder we crush, oh

the wagon rolls like an old millstone
driving bad deeds six feet deep

to make my home lord
in a stable spoke lord
inside a turning wheel would be good
to make my home lord
in a stable spoke lord
inside a turning wheel bound for good

bill callahan, sycamore

there's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
there's blood on the seas if you map 'em
christian, if you see your poppa
tell him i love him
he taught me to love in the wild and
fight in the gym
he taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup
and you won't get hurt if you just
keep your hands up
and stand tall
like sycamores

sycamore got to grow down to grow up
young roots toil the soil like baby's first cup
and when they bend you in two
and say too green for the fire
when all you wanna do is be a part of the fire
all you wanna do is be the fire part of fire
like sycamores

there's sap in the trees if you tap 'em
there's blood on the seas if you map 'em
christian when i see your poppa
i'll tell him you love him
and remember to love in the wild and
fight in the gym
remember the bottle gives birth to the cup
and you won't get hurt if you just
keep your hands up
and stand tall
like sycamores

bill callahan, diamond dancer

me parece que se nos vino encima la semana de woke on a whaleheart. quizás no la semana, el par de días.. o lo que sea. voy a subir así como ayer algunos temas del disco, con la letra... no creo que vaya a escribir nada sobre ellos, porque me parece que no me da. pero es una forma de compartir, de mostrar algo que puede despertar en uno cosas tan grandes... en fin. casi le pediría a todo el mundo que escuche este disco. el de ayer era el primer tema del disco, from the rivers to the oceans.
y hoy toca un hitazo, diamond dancer. hitazo.

she was dancing so hard
she danced herself into a diamond
dancing all by herself
dancing all by herself
and not minding

doing the the thing as she dreamed it
doing the the thing as she dreamed it

her skin was sky blue
her skin was sky blue
under the lights

diamond dancer, diamond dancer

she was dancing so hard
she danced herself into a diamond
dancing all by herself
dancing all by herself
and not minding

and the one thing on her mind was
the one thing on her mind was:
it's time i gave the world my light
it's time i gave the world my light
starting tonight

diamond dancer, diamond dancer

bill callahan, from the rivers to the ocean

when
when you were blind,
you touched things
for their shape

have faith in wordless knowledge
have faith in wordless knowledge

well,
i could tell you about the river
or...
we could just
get in

the body the rain made of our days before we knew

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you

i guess i was a decent man,
all in all

followin' the river from above
like a bird
with faith in wordless knowledge
and the fallen stars they flew too
and i knew
they were sewing something,
something well made,
made
for me
and you

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you

the city was a fist,
i lived on its wrist
and i took myself a good long look around

and the river grew higher and wider,
deeper, and darker
as i was closing in

and it led me to you,
which led me to say
let's get
in

we got in the river and it broked us
made us think of sex between us
at a time in our lives, oh, before we knew

we were swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you

and that beautiful thing you said, lying in bed
about all the things i could think of, oh, at the end of the day
but of all the places my mind could go
it always comes
loping
back to you

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
so meet me in the ocean, and we'll ride the waves
from the rivers to the ocean
each wave a lounging panther
sharp-eyed and true

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing or thinking before you

have faith in wordless knowledge
have faith in wordless knowledge

diploma de sensibilidad circular

A los candidatos al diploma de sensibilidad circular no es al teatro a donde se los lleva, sino a la calle, a lugares donde subsiste la miseria, o a lugares donde, por el contrario, reside el bienestar y la monotonía de la existencia sin altibajos y donde parece que no hay nada que sentir. Este es el suelo adonde se los lleva, a fin de ver qué trufas detectarán.
La prueba de la calle no es fácil aún cuando la suerte propicia os ofrezca transeúntes simples e interesantes a primera vista. Es preciso sentir rápidamente, enganchar a uno, o largar tan pronto el gancho en provecho de otro más importante por conocer y que pasa rozando el muro. Si el estudiante no ve a los transeúntes más que por lo exterior, en bocanadas de desdicha, si no engancha a los petrificados en sí mismos, a los que un viejo sentimiento encapsuló hace veinte años, un sentimiento del cual ya no pueden liberarse, mala nota para el candidato, mala nota; observamos entonces su rostro como una mano que atrapa, que no atrapa, que da, que no da... que da poco.

Henri Michaux, de Aquí, Poddema, 1946

respirando

A veces respiro más fuerte y al punto, con la ayuda de mi continua distracción, un mundo se levanta con mi pecho. No digo el África, pero sí grandes cosas.
El sonido de un violoncelo, el ruido de una orquesta en su conjunto, el jazz estrepitoso a mi lado, caen en un silencio cada vez más profundo, profundo y sofocado.
Su ligero rasguño colabora (a la manera como un millonésimo de milímetro colabora en la formación de un metro) en la formación de esas ondas que se engendran por todas partes, que se parapetan, que constituyen el contrafuerte y el alma de todo.

Henri Michaux, de La noche se agita, 1934

queens of the stone age, monsters in the parsol

the walls are closing in again, oh well

the walls are closing in again, oh well
i seen some thing i thought i never saw
covered in hair

paul's dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
paul's dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
and my mind is out here on another wave
covered in hair

she won't go
she won't go
she won't go
she won't go

you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a monster in your parasol

paul's sister is an alien, oh well
paul's sister is an alien, oh well
i seen some things i thought i never saw
covered in hair

she won't go
she won't go
she won't go
she won't go

you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a monster in your parasol
you've got a hole in you i never saw
in your parasol, in your parasol

reflexión

vieron que acá en el blog intento ser como prolijo???

jajaja


cualquiera eso
a veces lo miro y es medio cualquiera

grete stern, los sueños de realizaciones futuras

i'm a cuckoo

fotos pintadas de gerhard richter

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muuuuchas más, aquí!

the purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer
fishes stop and ask me where i'm bound
i smile and shake my head and say "my little ship is sinking"
but i kind of like the sea that i'm on, and i don't mind if i do drown

for somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
i have every color there it's true
just lately when i look inside my painting box
i seem to pick the colors of you

(la vela púrpura sobre mi toma toda la fuerza del verano
los peces se detienen a preguntarme a dónde voy
sonrío y sacudo la cabeza, y digo "mi barquito se está hundiendo"
pero un poco me gusta el mar donde estoy, y no me importa si me ahogo

porque en algún lugar de mi cabeza hay una caja de pinturas
ahí tengo todos los colores, de veras
últimamente cuando miro en mi caja de pinturas
parece que elijo los colores tuyos)

jan svankmajer, historia naturae (1967)

bless her little heart, keep it going

en un punto del camino te encuentras con un viejo.

él te dice que la neurociencia moderna ha probado que todas nuestras acciones y decisiones son meras maquinaciones de un universo predeterminado, y que nuestro concepto de "libre albedrío" no es más que una ilusión consoladora.

si estás de acuerdo con su hipótesis, pasa a la página 72

si estás en desacuerdo, pasa a la página 72

dijo una vez un sabio

we are what we are.
we are what we do... to change
what we are

M. G. A.

63 crayons, good people

qué buen disco! no puedo dejar de escucharlo! tampoco quiero... quién querría! quién pudiera. de hecho, desafío a escucharlo una sola vez.

arriba el elefante!!!!!!

dios mío, de principio a fin QUE BUENO ESTOOOOOOOOOOOOO
PONE PLAY YAAAAAAAAAA

i love you & the springtime blues

Josephine Foster @ Teatr Rozrywki, Chorzów, Poland (19.11.2009).

joanna newsom, have one on me

lake song

muy linda versión

elf power, noble experiment

if the sadness of life makes you tired
and the failures of man make you sigh
you can loook to the times soon arriving
when this noble experiment breaks down and calls it a day

time has come no to stop being human
time to find a new creature to be
be a fish or a weed or a sparrow
for the earth has grown tired and all of your time has expired

all the gardens are sprouting with flowers
all the treetops are bursting with birds
and the people all know that it's over
they lay down all their airs and they hang up their tiresome words

al final se es vivido por el orden cósmico...
no se puede detener el corazón.

viking moses!, jones boys

algunas carbonillas de odilon redon