Well it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it!

Ray Bradbury - The Martian Chronicles

August 2001: The Settlers

The men of Earth came to Mars.

They came because they were afraid or unafraid, because they were happy or unhappy, because they felt like Pilgrims or did not feel like Pilgrims.

There was a reason for each man.

They were leaving bad wives or bad jobs or bad towns; they were coming to find something or leave something or get something, to dig up something or bury something or leave something alone.

They were coming with small dreams or large dreams or none at all.

But a government finger pointed from four-color posters in many towns: THERE’s WORK FOR YOU IN THE SKY: SEE MARS! and the men shuffled forward, only a few at first, a double-score, for most men felt the great illness in them even before the rocket fired into space.

And this disease was called The Loneliness, because when you saw your home town dwindle the size of your fist and then lemon-size and then pin-size and vanish in the fire-wake, you felt you had never been born, there was no town, you were nowhere, with space all around, nothing familiar, only other strange men.

And when the state of Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, or Montana vanished into cloud seas, and, doubly, when the United States shrank to a misted island and the entire planet Earth became a muddy baseball tossed away, then you were alone, wandering in the meadows of space, on your way to a place you couldn’t imagine.

So it was not unusual that the first men were few.

The number grew steadily in proportion to the census of Earth Men already on Mars.

There was comfort in numbers.

But the first Lonely Ones had to stand by themselves.

Mom's memories...

10/27

Look Homeward, Angel. A Story of the Buried Life

9/11

Rio Bravo - My rifle, my pony and me

7/21

Movies...

ventinovemaggio

9.99

Wherever I May Roam

Do Angels Need Haircuts? (Lou Reed - Anthology)

In August of 1970, a 28-year-old Lou Reed quit the Velvet Underground, moved home to Long Island, New York, and embarked on a fascinating alternate creative path: poetry. Do Angels Need Haircuts? is an extraordinary snapshot of this turning point in Reed’s career. Gathering poems, photographs and ephemera from this era (including previously unreleased audio of the 1971 St. Mark’s Church reading), and featuring a new foreword by Anne Waldman and an afterword by Laurie Anderson, this book provides a window to a little-known chapter in the life of one of the most singular and uncompromising voices in American popular culture.                         Coming April 2018

"My precious!"

8 January 1942 – 14 March 2018

stones

March 2, 1942

1968/2018

Naima - John Coltrane

January 20, 2008

... solo que hay un capo gringo,

por "Heisenberg" lo conocen ...

See Emily Play (Syd Barrett)

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play

Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play

Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily

There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play

Cat Stevens - I Love My Dog - 1966

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

All he asks from me is the food to give him strength
All he ever needs is love and that he knows he'll get

So, I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

All the pay I need comes shining through his eyes
I don't need no cold water to make me realize that

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, nana...

I love my dog as much as I love you
But you may fade, my dog will always come through.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, nana...

I love my dog, Baby, I love my dog. Na, na, na...
I love my dog, Baby, I love my dog. Na, na, na...

nice weather!

CK - Cosmo Kramer

no animals were harmed or killed during the making of this picture

Angelo Canossi

kids.nationalgeographic.com

11/30

better cold than reheated

円相

XXV

March 2, 1942 – October 27, 2013

Move On Up

Hush now child, and don't you cry

Your folks might understand you, by and by

Move on up, toward your destination

You may find from time to time

Complication

Bite your lip, and take a trip

Though there may be wet road ahead

And you cannot slip

So move on up for peace will find

Into the steeple of beautiful people

Where there's only one kind

So hush now child, and don't you cry

Your folks might understand you, by and by

Move on up, and keep on wishing

Remember your dream is your only scheme

So keep on pushing

Take nothing less, than the second best

Do not obey, you must keep your say

You can past the test

Just move on up, to a greater day

With just a little faith

If you put your mind to it you can surely do it

Just move on up

Move on up

But move on up

Oh child, but just move on up

But move on up

Move on up

capitolo 48

Ghost Of A Tree

All right, let's roll, baby!

Nico, 1988.

Oggi, 12 ottobre 2017, data di uscita del biopic, penso inevitabilmente a quella sera: Nico in un cinema/teatro di Bagnolo Mella!!!

Da almeno quarant’anni i Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, John Cale e in qualche modo il mondo a loro connesso, fanno parte della mia vita interiore, deve essere una sorta di malattia…

Ho avuto la fortuna di assistere dal vivo più volte ai loro concerti e alla reunion del 1993, sono felice ogni volta che ci penso.

Il ricordo di Nico a Bagnolo Mella mi porta invece un pò di tristezza, sempre.

Arrivò molto in ritardo rispetto all’orario previsto. Non era per così dire molto in forma, lo si vedeva. Mi è rimasta impressa l’esecuzione di The End, lei che canta e suona l’Armonium...

Non esistono tracce in rete di quel concerto, ho sempre conservato i biglietti come ricordo, questo l'ho smarrito. Forse per via del luogo "bizzarro", forse per la mia giovane età di allora, ho ipotizzato, durante il successivo scorrere degli anni, di essermelo sognato. Poco tempo fa, casualmente, trovai una citazione dell'evento in calce a una recensione, sul sito magazzininesistenti.it: Nico cantò davvero a Bagnolo Mella!

Dopo "Nico Icon", il documentario del 1995, "Nico, 1988". Pare sia bello, sarà difficile da vedere sui grandi schermi delle piccole città, in Lombardia una sola sala di Milano al momento, aspetterò. 

Gli incontri con Nico non sono mai facili, sono fatti di contrasti, vette e abissi ma lasciano il segno,  vale sempre la pena.

I don't care!

10 5 17

... I'm gonna free fall out into nothin', gonna leave this world for a while ...

SRV