Ιανουάριος 27, 2010
Come and play in the milky night
Laetitia Sadier / May Roosevelt Live @ Mylos Sunday 31-1
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Ιανουάριος 14, 2010
And don’t the kids just love it
Indie PoP music night
@ Higgs Bar, Athens
Saturday 13 February 22:00
free entrance
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Ιανουάριος 10, 2010
Transformed? Well…
Throbbing Gristle - Discipline
30 χρόνια μετά…
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Δεκέμβριος 12, 2009
Est-ce que vous m’aimez ?
fou
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Δεκέμβριος 1, 2009
If I could write poetry
Feeling να γεννάει…
λέξεις,
ρυθμός από μετρονόμο εντός,
and
you got yourself some… real cool poetry
We real cool (Gwendolyn Brooks reads Gwendolyn Brooks)
THE POOL PLAYERS
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
*********************************************
Question: How about the seven pool players in the poem “We Real Cool”?
Gwendolyn Brooks: They have no pretensions to any glamor. They are supposedly dropouts, or at least they’re in the poolroom when they should possibly be in school, since they’re probably young enough, or at least those I saw were when I looked in a poolroom, and they. . . . First of all, let me tell you how that’s supposed to be said, because there’s a reason why I set it out as I did. These are people who are essentially saying, “Kilroy is here. We are.” But they’re a little uncertain of the strength of their identity.
Gwendolyn Brooks: The “We”—you’re supposed to stop after the “We” and think about their validity, and of course there’s no way for you to tell whether it should be said softly or not, I suppose, but I say it rather softly because I want to represent their basic uncertainty, which they don’t bother to question every day, of course.
Question: Are you saying that the form of this poem, then, was determined by the colloquial rhythm you were trying to catch?
Gwendolyn Brooks: No, determined by my feeling about these boys, these young men.
Question: These short lines, then, are your own invention at this point? You don’t have any literary model in mind; you’re not thinking of Eliot or Pound or anybody in particular . . . ?
Gwendolyn Brooks: My gosh, no! I don’t even admire Pound, but I do like, for instance, Eliot’s “Prufrock” and The Waste Land, “Portrait of a Lady,” and some others of those earlier poems. But nothing of the sort ever entered my mind. When I start writing a poem, I don’t think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
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Νοέμβριος 16, 2009
Xοροί
Όσοι έχουμε ακούσει δυο δράμια μουσική κάπου χωρέσαμε στην πορεία και λίγο Χατζιδάκι (Στη δισκοθήκη των γονιών, στέκει πάντα λυτρωτικά έστω μια κόπια της Λιλιπούπολης. Το γιατί τόσα χρόνια μετά, άπαντες νοιώθουν την ανάγκη να αναφέρουν τόσο εμφατικά ότι ανέκαθεν άκουγαν Χατζιδάκι… ρωτήστε τον Σαρκοζί που τώρα θυμήθηκε πως ήταν εκεί όταν έπεσε το τείχος.)
Μετά τον χορό τον μπιζελιών, έπεσα κάποια στιγμή στον χορό των σκύλων. Ακόμα αμφιλεγόμενο είναι για την αφεντιά μου αυτό το κομμάτι, αλλά τόσα χρόνια το μπαγάσικο κάτι μου κάνει κάθε φορά που το ακούω.
Ο χορός των σκύλων - Μάνος Χατζιδάκης (Αντικατοπτρισμοί)
Πέντε σκύλοι πεινασμένοι
μια ζωή βασανισμένοι
μέσα σε βρισιές και γιούχα
βάλανε καινούρια ρούχα
και με γιορτινή φορεσιά
βγήκανε να πάνε βόλτα
στου παράδεισου την πόρτα
πίσω από την παλιά εκκλησιά
Μέσα στη ζωή
ποτέ
μη ζητάς να βρεις
ποιος είναι ο δικαστής
να περπατάς
και πάντα να κοιτάς
πού θα πας να κρυφτείς
Μες στην ερημιά τού κόσμου
ένα χέρι γράφει εντός μου:
«Κάπου υπάρχει θεός»
Πέντε πεινασμένοι σκύλοι
στου παράδεισου την πύλη
περίμεναν απ’ τους πρώτους
για να στήσουν το χορό τους
μα προτού η αυγή χαράξει
στου ουρανού την άγια τάξη
χωροφύλακες αγγέλοι
τους κρέμασαν στο τσιγκέλι
Μέσα στη ζωή
ποτέ
μη ζητάς να βρεις
ποιος είναι ο δικαστής
να περπατάς
και πάντα να κοιτάς
πού θα πας να κρυφτείς
Φίλοι σκύλοι μην κλαίτε
μες στη συμφορά να λέτε:
Κάπου υπάρχει θεός
Κάπου υπάρχει θεός
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Νοέμβριος 8, 2009
Πορνογραφία
***Η Sasha Grey είναι 21
***H Sasha Grey γυρίζει πορνό από τα 18
***H Sasha Grey έχει ελληνικές ρίζες και το πραγματικό της όνομα είναι Marina Ann Hantzis (δυνατό σπέρμα οι Έλληνες-γνωστά αυτά, τα έγραψε και η Espresso)
***Η Sasha Grey ξεκίνησε την καριέρα της στο πορνό με το ψευδώνυμο Anna Karina
***Η Sasha Grey ήθελε να καταγραφεί η διαφορετικότητα της, γιατί από την πρώτη στιγμή σκοπός της ήταν το “Sasha Grey” να γίνει brand name (είναι κοντά και θα τα καταφέρει). Σύντομα κατάλαβε πως μπορούσε μεν να διαλέξει ψευδώνυμο με σινεφίλ αναφορές, χωρίς να ρισκάρει υιοθετώντας ολόκληρο το ονοματεπώνυμο ενός θρύλου. “Τις καλύτερες πίπες να παίρνεις, με την Anna Karina δεν τα βάζεις”.
***Το Sasha Grey προέκυψε ως εξής: To Sasha ως tribute στον frontman του γκρουπ KMFDM, Sascha Konietzko, το Grey από το “The Picture of Dorian Gray” του Όσκαρ Γουάιλντ. Και τα δύο misspelled όπως ίσως παρατηρήσατε, αλλά δεν τελειώσαμε εδώ. Το Grey έχει σχέση και με την “gray zone” στην κλίμακα του Kinsey περί σεξουαλικότητας. Χρειάζεσαι κοντολογίς google/wiki αν θες να μάθεις τι διάολο κλίμακα είναι, τι αντιπροσωπεύει η γκρίζα ζώνη και ποιά αναφορά ήθελε να περάσει η Sasha.
***Η Sasha Grey είναι πολυσχιδής. Πάνω από όλα βέβαια είναι φιλόδοξη και ήρθε για να μείνει. Σε ελάχιστο διάστημα καθιερώθηκε στη βιομηχανία του πορνό. Δεν είπε όχι σε τίποτα, έφτασε στα όρια τόσο τη δική της σεξουαλικότητα, όσο και κάθε επιταγή/προσδοκία της βιομηχανίας που τη γέμισε βραβεία από τις πρώτες της εμφανίσεις. Έκανε ότι απαιτούνταν για να γίνει “Employee of the year”, φροντίζοντας ταυτόχρονα να θυμίζει… “I am not like everybody else”
***H Sasha Grey εκτός του πειραματικο-industrial ATelecine γκρουπ, τραγούδησε το “As real as Rainbows” στο “Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain”, τελευταίο LP των Current 93, παίζει στην καινούργια ταινία του Σόντερμπεργκ “Girlfriend Experience” και έχει κινηματογραφικό γούστο.
***H Sasha Grey μπορεί να είναι μέτρια έως αδιάφορη ηθοποιός/μουσικός/ερμηνεύτρια, αλλά εξ’ αρχής όλες αυτές οι παράπλευρες δραστηριότητες ήταν απλά ενισχυτικές ντόπες -βάσει σχεδίου- για να χτίσει το προφίλ που θα της επιτρέψει να πετύχει ευκολότερα/γρηγορότερα το στόχο της.
***Η Sasha Grey είναι σίγουρα πιό ψαγμένη από τη δική σου indie/intellectuele γκομενίτσα που ονειρεύεται ένα μονόστηλο προβολής σε free-press για το ρολάκι/dj set/installation/art project τη στιγμή που (you should have known better) παίρνει σίγουρα χειρότερες πίπες από την κομμώτρια στη γωνία που… ok δεν ξέρει τον Béla Tarr.
***Η Sasha Grey είναι η ιδανική αφορμή για να της μιλήσεις για το πορνό (στο διάλειμμα του Κυνόδοντα)… Δε γράφεις στο blog σου γιατί μαζί της θα το δουν και μερικοί άλλοι, αλλά σε τετ α τετ αξίζει τον κόπο. Δεν θα μάθει φυσικά να παίρνει καλύτερες πίπες αυτοστιγμή. Aλλά δεν θα μπορεί να σε διαψεύσει όταν θα της λες πόσο μαεστρικά πίπωσε τον David Tibet… Θα ζήσεις έτσι μια kinky/συνάμα alt σκηνή, που δύσκολα θα σου προσέφερε η κομμώτρια.
Για να μπει στο κόλπο και η κομμώτρια…
***Η Sasha Grey είναι ο Τσακ Νόρις του πορνό
Still,
My heart always belonged to Belladonna
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Νοέμβριος 6, 2009
Μετάγγιση
Blood - Tindersticks live in Amsterdam 1994
Blood - Arab Strap live in Melbourne 2001
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Νοέμβριος 2, 2009
What the moon saw
The band of holy joy - Fishwives - live @ Rodeo
Athens 31/10
What the moon saw
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Οκτώβριος 25, 2009
Trippy
Emma phoned me at work at about half four
It was funny I didn’t speak to her anyway
She’s a fucking cow better than everybody
Kinda speaking to her mates anyway like that
Anyway we got into the time and she phones me up asked me what I’m doing tonight
I was only gonna sit in and watch the telly as usual wonder where everyone else was
So she says come round to rab’s house and that we got some trips in
So I say I’d go round about six
I was about an hour late and I was knocking on the door and that and nobody answered
And I thought oh fucking brilliant they are way out with litman and that
They’ll be way out on the town having a laugh
So I walk back round the road cos I thought they were way out and I phoned
Turns out they’d still been there but had been so out of it they couldn’t even get to the door
So I went back round
Everybody was fine as usual and I got handed my half
And I thought I’d take it kind as I’m working the next day I better not go to far
But two hours later nothing is happening so I thought fuck it I’ll take the rest which I’d been warned about already
Everyone was eh jumping about the room as usual, sitting giggling, having a laugh
Then jeg came in his car and took us to the pub
We told jeg he should be a ranker, that was a fucking laugh
He kept telling to calm down and that like he was like our mum and dad and that
’cause we were acting like wayne’s and that giggling and looking at the table and dropping our drinks all over the place
We made it back his car, jon finny …………………into the house then he said park it out and go home
So malcom and I get back to the house
And suddenly somebody’s going on about rabner and he’s still fucking there
And he’s waiting outside now and looks like he’s in pain or something like that
He had to go and pick up some of there stuff ’cause they’d used the other stuff for glastonbury the next week
And somebody had said he had apparently took some and he was writhing about in pain outside
So malcom and I walked out
He’s was walking along the edge of road on the grass and that
With his fucking stomach held in his hands and screaming and that
And then we lost him he disappeared into the park we didn’t know where he was
So malc and I were walking about and then we found him
But we decided we better stay back a bit kind just in case he got a fright
So we followed him up this path as thought that wasn’t going to scare him anyway
When we did find him he was there doubled up in pain fucking screaming his eyes out
Groaning about how his stomach was knotted and that he shouldn’t be taking it, it was a stupid thing to do
So he sitting there on the hill and that with malc and I on either side
All we could do was sit giggle and look at the grass and take the piss out of him
So we get him up on his feet and start walking him about and he says he’s alright
And we walked up to the garage and he’s going on about his stomach
Then he starts shouting about how we should get away from him before something happens
(get away get away)
In case he fucking dies or something
So he says he thought he was that fucking bad that’s was going to happen and he dinne want us to be involved
(get away get away)
He always looked out for everyone else
(get away get away)
So we took him into the garage he wanted a bottle of irn bru
He was fucking downing this bottle of irn bru talking about his fucking stomach and how he’d taken this to get it out of his system
Talking about it’s already in his bile, he’s desperately trying to make himself sick and he’s screaming all over the fucking place
And malc and I are still laughing we din care what he’s up too
He could have taken anything I dunno
Maybe he ….. on the way, could have injected something,
Could have swallowed something nobody knows
But he just stood there with this rotten fucking face
It was all black and cut on the ride into town
He’s half feed his bottle of irn bru and he’s been sick
All over the fucking place……….
Screaming all the fucking time about
How it was all in the fucking bile and how he wanted to be sick
He keeps fucking screaming
Then he threw up
So we walked on back to the house saturation made us swear
We would tell nobody
So he goes back to the house and he fucking tells everybody
He sloaked himself in his room and started eating a bag of sugar
Or something like that
While everyone else was talking what a dick he was
I ended at up at the park that night
Sitting eating pringles with paula and watching the wildlife
And the next day I went to work I was still out of my face
I was pacing about on the stairs talking to myself
And writing things and he walked in
And stressed the point about making sure that no one would find out
photo από εδώ
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