Cinemax!

'Quarry' is the story of Mac Conway, a Marine who returns home to Memphis from Vietnam in 1972 and finds himself shunned by those he loves and demonized by the public. As he struggles to cope with his experiences at war, Conway is drawn into a network of killing and corruption that spans the length of the Mississippi River. The one-hour drama stars Logan Marshall-Green, Jodi Balfour, Peter Mullan, Nikki Amuka-Bird and Damon Herriman. Based on the novels of Max Allan Collins, the show will be directed and executive produced by Greg Yaitanes, along with executive producer Steve Golin. Created and executive produced by Graham Gordy & Michael D. Fuller.

... I had a thing yesterday morning!

Foxy Lady

Time – He’s waiting in the wings...

Tempo — Aspetta dietro le quinte...
 

Future is now!

(photo by dott_catus)

... Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes ...

... With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? ...

(Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands - Bob Dylan)

11/20 - Museum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music For Sólaris

December 9, 2016

Pop Society - Palazzo Ducale Genova

Drella

Images (Reed/Cale - Songs For Drella)

 

I think images are worth repeating
images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
from a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
project them upon the ceiling
multiply them with silk screening
see them with a different feeling
Images, those images
images, those images

Some say images have no feeling
I think there’s a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so it’s seeming
instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
things born anew
display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
and repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
those images, images

I’m no urban idiot savant
spewing paint without any order
I’m no sphinx no mystery enigma
what I paint is very ordinary
I don’t think I’m old or modern
I don’t think I think I’m thinking
it doesn’t matter what I am thinking
it’s images are worth repeating
And repeating, those images
images

If you’re looking for a deeper meaning
I’m as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
you might find me very simple
You might think the images are boring
cars and cans and chairs and flowers
and you might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong
Mao Tse Tong
those images, those images
Images

I think that it bears repeating
the images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
and repeating and repeating
Images, images
those images, those images

George Orson Welles (May 6, 1915 – October 10, 1985)

Word On A Wing

In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
I don’t need another change
Still you forced away
into my scheme of things

You say we’re growing,
growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again
You’re born once again for me
Just because I believe don’t mean I don’t think as well
Don’t have to question everything
in heaven or hell

Lord, I kneel and offer you
my word on a wing
And I’m trying hard to fit
among your scheme of things

It’s safer than a strange land
But I still care for myself
And I don’t stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies
like a word on a wing

My prayer flies
like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in
with your scheme of things?

In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
out of my dreams
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
Just as long as I can see, I’ll never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you’re still flowing
Just as long as I can walk
I’ll walk beside you, I’m alive in you
Sweet name, you’re born once again for me
And I’m ready to shape the scheme of things

Ooh, ready to shape
the scheme of things

quattroottobre

... cum tucte le tue creature ...

Ghiaccio-Nove (Cat's Cradle)

'Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.'

(Kurt Vonnegut - Cat's Cradle)

November 11, 2016

Tomorrow Never Knows (The Beatles - Revolver - 1966)

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
That love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
 That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the color of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living
Or play the game existence to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning

Cesare Pavese - Il Pesciolino Rosso

"Un piccolo pesce rosso 

s’aggira stanco nel cristallo limpido, 

sospeso a mezz’acqua, 

coi grandi occhi stupiti.

La mia anima ora 

è un abisso dell’oceano

dove tutte le scosse più profonde

tacitamente muoiono.

Nel gran gelido amaro

paiono e passano paurosamente

fosforescenti brividi.

La mia anima è un abisso 

tutto striato di febbri.

L’immensità del buio 

la soffoca di silenzio.

Il pesce rosso ora 

s’agita nel cristallo

e a tratti viene a sbattervi 

coi grandi occhi stupiti”. 

tree hollow, I must follow

Slip inside the eye of your mind... (Don't Look Back In Anger)

'I love images worth repeating' - (Images - Songs For Drella)

9/4 - a day in the wetland