A memorable quote from Bernando Bertolucci's 'Il Conformista':
Marcello: You see, the origin of my father's mental illness isn't venereal. That can be medically confirmed.
Giulia's Mother: By the way, my little girl has had the mumps, scarlet fever, and German measles.
Marcello: They're all very moral maladies.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Saturday, October 9, 2010
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Norilsk
"It's a landscape out of a science fiction film. Mile after mile of industrial plants, some of it rusting and discarded, but most of it operating as is evident from the trails of smoke rising from countless chimney stacks. Ore-dressing plants, smelters, refineries, power stations and goodness knows what. I try and do a quick count of the bigger complexes but give up when I realise there are far more here than Norilsk Nickel officially lists. Between them run pipes, elevated slurry chutes, power lines and railway tracks. Lakes of ominously dark liquid lie all around"
- Andy Home, "Siberian Dreams"
[photo by Windle Pons]
- Andy Home, "Siberian Dreams"
[photo by Windle Pons]
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Andrew Bird playing 'Giant of Illinois' live at the Civic Opera House, Chicago
The giant of Illinois
died from a blister on his toe
after walking all day through the first winter snow
throwing bits of stale bread
to the last speckled doves
he never even felt his shoes filled with blood
delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow
and he felt himself soaring up through falling snow
and the sky was a woman's arms
a boy with a club foot
had sat next to him in school
once upon a summer's day
they went wandering through the woods
they spotted a sleeping swan
on the banks of a muddy stream
and they stormed it with rocks
till it collapsed in the reeds
they lay out on the grass
full of chocolate and lemonade
but underneath it all the giant was afraid
the sky was a woman's arms
died from a blister on his toe
after walking all day through the first winter snow
throwing bits of stale bread
to the last speckled doves
he never even felt his shoes filled with blood
delirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glow
and he felt himself soaring up through falling snow
and the sky was a woman's arms
a boy with a club foot
had sat next to him in school
once upon a summer's day
they went wandering through the woods
they spotted a sleeping swan
on the banks of a muddy stream
and they stormed it with rocks
till it collapsed in the reeds
they lay out on the grass
full of chocolate and lemonade
but underneath it all the giant was afraid
the sky was a woman's arms
Monday, November 9, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Mikhail Lermontov, poet of the Caucasus
Writer, poet and painter. Born in 1814 and died in 1841, in a duel at the foot of the Mashuk mountain.
He once said tha the trouble with Russia was not that some people were suffering but that an immense number of people were suffering without realizing it.
I am not sure when Lermontov said those words, but they are still valid now, as they were back in the XIX century.
Tsar Nicholas I is reported to have reacted to Lermontov's death with the following words: "A dog's death for a dog". No wonder why.
Writer, poet and painter. Born in 1814 and died in 1841, in a duel at the foot of the Mashuk mountain.
He once said tha the trouble with Russia was not that some people were suffering but that an immense number of people were suffering without realizing it.
I am not sure when Lermontov said those words, but they are still valid now, as they were back in the XIX century.
Tsar Nicholas I is reported to have reacted to Lermontov's death with the following words: "A dog's death for a dog". No wonder why.
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