Friday

BOOK TO READ: Art Without Borders

"The aesthetic dimension of experience is the free interest we take in our acts, our thoughts, and the functioning of our senses. [...] It includes the small perceptual pleasures and exaltations of everyday life. It is the blueness we see as blue (and not just the sign of something else, maybe a bruise); it is the pain we feel, from a perceptual distance, as pain; the perception of another’s smile as a smile; the changing geometrical relationships of the buildings as we pass them and the spatiality of the street and the sky; the stance of the neighbor’s body standing before us; the wind as the wind-emotion’s blowing; the sun as the imagination’s response to its heat, light, motion, distance, and remote rule over the sky it lights. The feeling of the wind and seeing of the sun are touched with emotions and tinged with remnants of old memories. The seeing is most evidently aesthetic when it is colored with some exaltation, and when the feeling and seeing seem to be entering into us as if we were taking them in from our surroundings. This experience comes with the feeling that the world is in some way alive and full of vision. This, then, is an aesthetic aspect of the visible world taken in all at once by the simple act of opening our eyes."

Я доволен, что в доме зима,
ни жары, ни назойливых мух нет.
Только дом всё равно скоро рухнет,
и в глазах вместо лиц – кутерьма,
и девчонка кричит: "Я сама"
и бежит раздеваться на кухню.

Так вольготно в юдоли зимы,
в пустоте обнищавшего дома,
где всё сыро, смешно и знакомо,
где молитвы неопытной тьмы
нас пугали. В отчаяньи мы
заполняли стихами альбомы,

увлекались природой гостей,
прижимали соседок в парадном,
примеряли венец виноградный,
и с тех пор я чураюсь гвоздей.
Я вчера ещё видел людей,
а сегодня какие-то пятна.

Тишина. Никого. Я один
на один с упоеньем и горем.
Я смотрю, как беснуется море
за окном безызвестных картин,
и спросив: "Как дела, Константин?",
отвечаю: "Нормально, Григорий".

Эта жажда неволи в домах,
где рука снова кажется дланью,
где нет времени. Злые желанья
рассыпаются в жалобный прах.
И прекрасные тени впотьмах
завершают моё мирозданье.

1991,1993
И. Петров

Friday



"Boulevard du Temple", taken by Daguerre in 1838 in Paris, was the first photograph of a person. The image shows a street, but because of the over ten minute exposure time the moving traffic does not appear. The exceptions are the man and shoe-shine boy at the bottom left, and two people sitting at a table nearby who stood still long enough to have their images captured.

Saturday

Francesca Woodman




Diane Arbus



Wednesday


As soon as I'm left alone
The devil wanders into my soul
And I pretend to myself


I go out
To the old milestone
Insanely expecting
You to come there
Knowing that I wait for you there


Come here at once
Come!
On a night with no moon


Because all of my being is now in pining
What formerly had cheered me
Now seems
Insignificant

Tuesday

Wednesday


problems don't exist until we imagine them

Tuesday


Laser beam directed toward the centre of the Milky Way from Yepun laser star guide facility at ESO Paranal Observatory, Chile, crossing the southern sky and creating an artificial star at 90 km. altitude in Earth's mesosphere: photo by ESO/Yuri Beletsky, 2010

Friday


Still it’s time that grows in my brain.
Still it’s time that calls me again.
Still I scream when time ticks.
Still I cringe from time’s tricks.
Still I groan for time’s lapse.
But still I’ll try for time perhaps.

Nick Drake: Time piece 

Tuesday

Friday

Tuesday

Anna Calvi

Anna Calvi’s bringing sexy back, but not the twinkle-toed, Disney-kid hustla variety espoused by Justin Timberlake. Calvi’s is the kind of sexy that sneaks up to you in the dead of night, turns your dreams a scary shade of scarlet and leaves you thrashing ’neath sweat-soaked bedsheets till dawn. http://www.thestoolpigeon.co.uk/ 



Friday

the only photo of Nick Drake playing live

Wednesday

Thursday

Wednesday

Friday

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Люди стремятся нестандартно мыслить. Но все, что от них требуется, - откинуть предрассудки и стереотипы.

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People aim to think outside the box, but all they have to do is discard stereotypes and prejudices.

Sunday