Thursday 15 December 2011
Tuesday 13 December 2011
Loney Dear haunts young hearts
He has done a Ukelele session for a Belgian newspaper and toured with Andrew Bird and self-released albums and another one is here... This one is from Hall Music and it is beautiful without meaning to be.
Monday 12 December 2011
the real inside
I don't know what my innards want
Exploding here and sinking there
they seem to want me to pretend
that before the pain was nothing there
and so they sit inside a cage
built around the story I know
Their tubes entwine with a mortal loss
of what was once imperious fun
they bend around my other mind
eager for its peace and void
filled with the weekend's perilous junk
that hides the truth that got annoyed
they simply want to flow with me
but don't have time or energy
so sluggishly they move in the rhythm
of a london tube stuck on it's own line
hoping that their green light comes
amidst the reds of bodily strife
and speedily make way to light
just as I will bring them rest.
Exploding here and sinking there
they seem to want me to pretend
that before the pain was nothing there
and so they sit inside a cage
built around the story I know
Their tubes entwine with a mortal loss
of what was once imperious fun
they bend around my other mind
eager for its peace and void
filled with the weekend's perilous junk
that hides the truth that got annoyed
they simply want to flow with me
but don't have time or energy
so sluggishly they move in the rhythm
of a london tube stuck on it's own line
hoping that their green light comes
amidst the reds of bodily strife
and speedily make way to light
just as I will bring them rest.
Thursday 8 December 2011
Wednesday 7 December 2011
Ice-skating- past and present
This Henry Raeburn painting of a minister ice-skating at ease in 1795 leaves me pining for the past as I try to find a patch of ice all to myself in central London. It seems that the grace and control of the minister would be difficult to achieve in any London venue. He would have been knocked down by ungrateful little health hazards in the shape of teenagers. The pumping music aired at ludicrous volumes would ruin his clearly tranquil state of mind and he would be obliged to wear the one size fits all bright blue skates ressembling plastic lunch boxes with a blade stuck to the outside. If he wasn't wincing from the pain of it all, he would probably be unconscious in a corner having been rammed into the side by people claiming "ice attendant" status. Natural History museum , here we come...
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Las Acacias
Set in Paraguay through to Argentina, I have a feeling that a film that is practically dialogue-free might just make up for it in visuals... The denoument is in Buenos Aires- could there be a better place to end up in?
Las Acacias at the ICA
Las Acacias at the ICA
Monday 5 December 2011
Other Voices need other sponsors
Other Voices is a music festival dubbed as the " musical winter camp" held in the most western point of Europe in Dingle, the above Irish village... It is unfortunately heading in the same direction as world banks as it comes to a close, with serious funding problems set for next year. Any sponsors out there reading this, strip your fat bulging wallets, forget the oversized christmas presents, forget flying Beyonce out for your private christmas gig and save this little village's claim to fame.
Saturday 3 December 2011
My red boots
Red boots laced in warmth
polished in tradition
brought to life
by a pair of other wordly feet
that know their place
in the sphere of their nation
in the rhythm of their elders
and the march of their past
and the waltzes of their present
and the krakowiak of tomorrow
polished in tradition
brought to life
by a pair of other wordly feet
that know their place
in the sphere of their nation
in the rhythm of their elders
and the march of their past
and the waltzes of their present
and the krakowiak of tomorrow
Friday 2 December 2011
Thursday 1 December 2011
Wednesday 30 November 2011
Wim Wenders cuts it short
In contrast to his film style, Wim Wenders has entered a competition, in which all the film entries can last no longer than a second. "The Beauty of a Second" is run by the pen and watch manufacturer Mont Blanc and has seen entries from smiles, kisses and animals. The one I like most is of a man opening the door of his empty car park only to step back in shock as coloured balls fall out.
http://www.montblanconesecond.com/#/en/
http://www.montblanconesecond.com/#/en/
Tuesday 29 November 2011
Thursday 24 November 2011
Zambia on the language map
In a western province of Zambia, where, until now, they only spoke their language, "ciSHANJO", a team of budding linguists, including farmers, are putting words where their mouths are and writing down their language for the first time. Zambia, whose official language is English, has over 70 different languages.
Wednesday 23 November 2011
Let it bleed (money)
Artwork for the 1969 Rolling Stones album is selling for £40,000 next month....
Tuesday 22 November 2011
Monday 21 November 2011
Tim Wheeler and Emmy the Great on their new christmas album
"Christmas is a deadline that you can't move."
Friday 18 November 2011
Kate Bush: 50 words for snow
I am stunned by the whole album's worth of songs about snow. She is completely right about the following:
"Even a single snowflake, when you look at it under a microscope, is such an incredibly beautiful thing. And apparently they are all different."
Wednesday 16 November 2011
whatever defines
what defines your world
what defines your love
what defines the innocuous pace of your breath?
what defines your moments in between others
what defines the stillness of your dawdling heart?
What defines your tragic sense of self
what defines the lack of that sometimes?
what defines your love
what defines the innocuous pace of your breath?
what defines your moments in between others
what defines the stillness of your dawdling heart?
What defines your tragic sense of self
what defines the lack of that sometimes?
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Monday 14 November 2011
OSLO AUGUST 31st
This Norwegian film is a portrait of both Oslo and a thirty something now rehab-free ex junkie going for a job interview.
Wednesday 30th November
Artists from Tel Aviv show their work and their origins by any means, including videos.
Sunday 13 November 2011
Friday 11 November 2011
The Revenant
Sean Penn and Leonardo Dicaprio might be heading up Inarritu's new project about a man left for dead after a bear attack.
Thursday 10 November 2011
Wednesday 9 November 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
Monday 7 November 2011
Love and Bruises
Chinese auteur Lou Ye takes a alternative romantic tour of Paris minus the cliches and plus the actor from The Prophet.
Sunday 6 November 2011
where Johnny smokes
'Come on, give me a bang.' Bruce and I were in the plane, and I just said: 'Oh come on.' You know, we'd had a bit to drink – and …" He mimes taking a drag. On the plane? "On the plane, mmmm." I look puzzled. He looks momentarily bashful. "Well, it was a private plane. On a private plane you can smoke. It makes it an incredibly expensive habit, of course," he shrugs, "cos you can only smoke on a private plane."
Friday 4 November 2011
Thursday 3 November 2011
Wednesday 2 November 2011
Tuesday 1 November 2011
Thursday 13 October 2011
A treasure in an oil spill
You shine beneath a gloopy surface
It hides the parallel world you store
Oil and water don’t mix well,
And I can’t see in between
Fernando Pessoa
I am tired, that is clear,
Because, at a certain stage, people have to be tired.
Of what I am tired, I don't know:
It would not serve me at all to know
Since the tiredness stays just the same.
The wound hurts as it hurts
And not in function of the cause that produced it.
Yes, I am tired,
And ever so slightly smiling
At the tiredness being only this -
In the body a wish for sleep,
In the soul a desire for not thinking
And, to crown all, a luminous transparency
Of the retrospective understanding…
And the one luxury of not now having hopes?
I am intelligent: that's all.
I have seen much and understood much of what I
have seen.
And there is a certain pleasure even in tiredness
this brings us,
That in the end the head does still serve for
something.
Because, at a certain stage, people have to be tired.
Of what I am tired, I don't know:
It would not serve me at all to know
Since the tiredness stays just the same.
The wound hurts as it hurts
And not in function of the cause that produced it.
Yes, I am tired,
And ever so slightly smiling
At the tiredness being only this -
In the body a wish for sleep,
In the soul a desire for not thinking
And, to crown all, a luminous transparency
Of the retrospective understanding…
And the one luxury of not now having hopes?
I am intelligent: that's all.
I have seen much and understood much of what I
have seen.
And there is a certain pleasure even in tiredness
this brings us,
That in the end the head does still serve for
something.
Wednesday 12 October 2011
360 Fernando Mireilles
http://uk.filmtrailer.com/trailer/8348/55th+BFI+LFF+Opening+Night+Gala+360+clip+video.html
This is a film about intertwining love stories spread across the world.
This is a film about intertwining love stories spread across the world.
Tuesday 11 October 2011
Academie Francaise online
It has taken the Academie Francaise 75 years to create a new dictionary but in the meantime, they have also finally gone interactive. Its 40 members, also known as "the immortals" ( soooo french) have decided it's high time they taught cyberspace proper french....
Here is the Indy's take on it:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/language-watchdog-goes-interactive-to-teach-french-to-the-french-2369176.html
Here is the website...
http://www.academie-francaise.fr/
Here is the Indy's take on it:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/language-watchdog-goes-interactive-to-teach-french-to-the-french-2369176.html
Here is the website...
http://www.academie-francaise.fr/
ONEDOTZERO
http://www.onedotzero.com/onedotzero-adventures-in-motion-festival-2011/event/
A festival celebrating the very latest in the moving image and interactive arts.
23rd November- BFI.
A festival celebrating the very latest in the moving image and interactive arts.
23rd November- BFI.
Monday 10 October 2011
Still Corners
"it's about confusion," explains hughes. "it's about being confused. am i going crazy? does this person like me? what's happening? that's the vibe of the whole record really."
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
The test
You learnt the hard way
looked covered and learnt
you peered at words
splitting the hairs that cram your head
You learnt that life
takes more than sitting
to work your way up to your top
and hardly question why
The test is trust and
you do that so well
with all your form and all your depth
you're moving through and testing time
and never looking back.
looked covered and learnt
you peered at words
splitting the hairs that cram your head
You learnt that life
takes more than sitting
to work your way up to your top
and hardly question why
The test is trust and
you do that so well
with all your form and all your depth
you're moving through and testing time
and never looking back.
Sunday 9 October 2011
Tomboy
http://www.littlewhitelies.co.uk/interviews/celine-sciamma-16540
Celine Sciamma's Tomboy looks like it may have taken years to hone but the director admits she only had three weeks to find the cast.
Rosamund Pike cuts the ribbon for the annual Bird's Eye View festival..
“If we really want to change the game, we have to set aside our notions that ambition and competitiveness are unseemly, and allay our indignation when confronted with it. We can convert sexism into competition. We compete healthily, show our feminine sides while being gloriously, attractively, sexily ambitious – can you see the way forward? I think I can…”
Friday 7 October 2011
A poem by Tomas Transtromer, Nobel prized Swedish poet...
THE COUPLE
They turn the light off, and its white globe glows
an instant and then dissolves, like a tablet
in a glass of darkness. Then a rising.
The hotel walls shoot up into heaven's darkness.
Their movements have grown softer, and they sleep,
but their most secret thoughts begin to meet
like two colors that meet and run together
on the wet paper in a schoolboy's painting.
It is dark and silent. The city however has come nearer
tonight. With its windows turned off. Houses have come.
They stand packed and waiting very near,
a mob of people with blank faces.
They turn the light off, and its white globe glows
an instant and then dissolves, like a tablet
in a glass of darkness. Then a rising.
The hotel walls shoot up into heaven's darkness.
Their movements have grown softer, and they sleep,
but their most secret thoughts begin to meet
like two colors that meet and run together
on the wet paper in a schoolboy's painting.
It is dark and silent. The city however has come nearer
tonight. With its windows turned off. Houses have come.
They stand packed and waiting very near,
a mob of people with blank faces.
Thursday 6 October 2011
The Sex Pistols take on a cafe in Luxembourg
Rock Seen, the new book by Bob Gruen, shows rock stars on downtime.
Wednesday 5 October 2011
Feist
The Circle married the line
This is gorgeous. In Feist's words, 'It's as much what it is as what it's not.'
This is gorgeous. In Feist's words, 'It's as much what it is as what it's not.'
Tuesday 4 October 2011
Composition No.1 By Marc Saporta
http://www.visual-editions.com/our-books/book/composition-no1
A book in a box (published in the 60s, it was the first of it's kind) is being republished. Every page is loose and stands alone. You can read it in any order. No need to put your kindle on shuffle. The author does it for you.
A book in a box (published in the 60s, it was the first of it's kind) is being republished. Every page is loose and stands alone. You can read it in any order. No need to put your kindle on shuffle. The author does it for you.
Rekjavik Film festival
As part of a tradition, Rekjavik hosts an annual film festival, in which famous icelanders invite people over to their houses to screen films from their DVD collections, followed by a screening in an obscure location surrounded by volcanoes and lava... then back to Rekjavik where the closest you get to a red carpet is a Berghaus jacket.
Monday 3 October 2011
The Rockandys
Monday 10th
Basement: “The Blue Throat Swallows The Light” Party Ft. The RocKandys (FR-D) Live, Vile Imbeciles (UK-Brighton) Live, The Light Shines (UK-London) live.
French Psych rock band The Rockandys have just finished their debut album this summer, recorded in Berlin upon an invitation by Anton Newcombe (Brian Jonestown Massacre). This collaboration also follows that of Tibo & Rike helping Anton Newcombe to make some tunes for his new album especially the song sung in French “Iluminomi.” The Rockandys have supported The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Black Angels and The Warlocks over the past year and tonight they hit london’s east end for a special event alongside two fantastic supporting acts. Do not miss this.
8pm – 12am / £5 Entry Email: therockandys@gmail.com for guestlist requests.
Basement: “The Blue Throat Swallows The Light” Party Ft. The RocKandys (FR-D) Live, Vile Imbeciles (UK-Brighton) Live, The Light Shines (UK-London) live.
French Psych rock band The Rockandys have just finished their debut album this summer, recorded in Berlin upon an invitation by Anton Newcombe (Brian Jonestown Massacre). This collaboration also follows that of Tibo & Rike helping Anton Newcombe to make some tunes for his new album especially the song sung in French “Iluminomi.” The Rockandys have supported The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Black Angels and The Warlocks over the past year and tonight they hit london’s east end for a special event alongside two fantastic supporting acts. Do not miss this.
8pm – 12am / £5 Entry Email: therockandys@gmail.com for guestlist requests.
Silent you
silent, silent, silent days,
stick the heart in it's home- made maze
silent, silent, silent hours
trick the heart and wilt all flowers
silent, silent, silent time
without which there would be no grime
silent, silent, silent air
circles the depths of my own despair.
silent, silent, silent rush
to help the muck and the mush
silent, silent, silent voices
remind me of the only choices.
stick the heart in it's home- made maze
silent, silent, silent hours
trick the heart and wilt all flowers
silent, silent, silent time
without which there would be no grime
silent, silent, silent air
circles the depths of my own despair.
silent, silent, silent rush
to help the muck and the mush
silent, silent, silent voices
remind me of the only choices.
Sunday 2 October 2011
Jonas Trueba, Je t'adore
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGFL7zSW6fg
An interview with Jonas Trueba, director of Todas las Canciones Hablan de mi ...
An interview with Jonas Trueba, director of Todas las Canciones Hablan de mi ...
Saturday 1 October 2011
two
under and over you
you're the the catch 22
to make my heart go blue
you forgot the meaning of two
you're the the catch 22
to make my heart go blue
you forgot the meaning of two
Wednesday 28 September 2011
Lanterns on the Lake
If you feel like cinematic pop and dreamy melodies, this band tells of misfortunes and minor victories.
'You need Better' is a particular favourite.....
http://www.myspace.com/lanternsonthelake
'You need Better' is a particular favourite.....
http://www.myspace.com/lanternsonthelake
Regular dose of Gael .....
two friends shoot a film in Bolivia and one of them happens to be GAEL ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaiuQX1epts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaiuQX1epts
Poland's forests from above
Kacper (that's Casper to the rest of you) Kowalski reaches high above the forest trails and damp forest beds, teeming with mushrooms, to give us a skewed but arrestingly gorgeous perspective of Poland's forests
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2011/sep/23/kacper-kowalski-photographs-forests-aerial#/?picture=379290967&index=0
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2011/sep/23/kacper-kowalski-photographs-forests-aerial#/?picture=379290967&index=0
Tuesday 27 September 2011
My four poster
The grated windows of my palace
remind me of the place I'm in
I reach for autumn and it's bitter end
whilst clinging to summer's manor.
remind me of the place I'm in
I reach for autumn and it's bitter end
whilst clinging to summer's manor.
Monsieur in the country
Nice pleasant passer-by:
"So where are you from, then?"
" Nowhere. To you, I'm from nowhere"
"So where are you from, then?"
" Nowhere. To you, I'm from nowhere"
Monday 26 September 2011
DRIVE through Monday
Two great tracks from DRIVE
Under your spell
A real hero- College
I refuse to listen to "skull crushing"
Under your spell
A real hero- College
I refuse to listen to "skull crushing"
Friday 23 September 2011
Thursday 22 September 2011
Wednesday 21 September 2011
Tuesday 20 September 2011
Haiku Varsovie
La vieille ville clignote
pour decrire sa belle epoque
avant la chute rouge
On fete le football
parmi les vrais ukrainiens
une victoire de races
Tournez le futur
en tartes aux pommes polonaises
douces et invitantes.
pour decrire sa belle epoque
avant la chute rouge
On fete le football
parmi les vrais ukrainiens
une victoire de races
Tournez le futur
en tartes aux pommes polonaises
douces et invitantes.
Heart of my own
Basia Bulat
Under that bird
Beneath that falls
Down on these walls
Burnin my arms
I've been alone
When I sat by you
For every word I could undo
I've been uncrossed
and I've been untrue
I've been the thorn
I've been the hunt
With a heart of my own
Burn it down low
The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam
Back home
What do I hold?
For the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and a thread will hold.
It is work too but as that I hear it
Tomorrow I'll mend it
The empty bones.
There are the roses that come without seekin'
They are the ones that I have to sow.
In your verses that I have repeated
The way that I was when I used to know.
I wrote on these walls
A simple charm
To keep the wounds at bay
Gave of a heart
The strength of my arms
To hold you close and safe
But I kept my eyes closed
I'll never know
Where the shadows are these days
I stood in the room of a house divided
Ah, and it washed away from me.
It washed away from me, oh,
And It washed away from me.
It washed away to take my own
Burn it down low
The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam
Back home
What do I hold?
For the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and a thread will hold.
It is work too but as that I hear it
Tomorrow I meant it
The empty bones
There are the roses that come without sinkin
They are the ones that I have to sow
In your verses that I have repeated
The way that I was when I used to know.
Sunday 18 September 2011
Paris and I
There's a part of Paris
that knows not what to do
and another one that is
just unaware of you
Chez Jeanette I sit
and sip invisible tea
to help me disappear
in Place d'Italie
An area of the city
knows exactly what I want
As goat's cheese melts into
my recently revived font
The right bank of my soul
leaks out water from the Seine
As the tears turn to laughter
the left bank holds it in.
that knows not what to do
and another one that is
just unaware of you
Chez Jeanette I sit
and sip invisible tea
to help me disappear
in Place d'Italie
An area of the city
knows exactly what I want
As goat's cheese melts into
my recently revived font
The right bank of my soul
leaks out water from the Seine
As the tears turn to laughter
the left bank holds it in.
Thursday 15 September 2011
Lea Seydoux
Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris would not be the same without her. Elle joue bien la vraie parisienne
Wednesday 14 September 2011
languages lost
This article claims that we are losing one of our 6900 languages every fortnight.
http://www.economist.com/node/21528592
http://www.economist.com/node/21528592
The rise of British method acting
Steve Mcqueen's Shame sees Fassbender playing a sex-addicted corporate drone.
Tuesday 13 September 2011
I love my Radio France Internationale app
http://www.english.rfi.fr/
News in the morning can be a little bit of a headache but not anymore. Since I discovered RFI, it has become music to my ears and I am now totally 'au courant' when it comes to French anything at all.... trop exciting
News in the morning can be a little bit of a headache but not anymore. Since I discovered RFI, it has become music to my ears and I am now totally 'au courant' when it comes to French anything at all.... trop exciting
Monday 12 September 2011
Sunday 11 September 2011
All you need is a blanket
Last night, a waitress gave me a blanket. It was navy blue and felty and covered the kidneys. The food was excellent, the atmosphere charming and the company thrilling but what I liked most about it was the blanket and a waitress who thought a blanket might be beneficial to a girl whose shoulders always hunch from the cold and who is clearly nostalgic for her summer holidays and whose head can't get around the idea that soon she'll be wearing blankets just to get to work and whose hot water bottle is frequently used even in mid-summer and whose blankets are stored at the end of the bed in case of a slight descent in farenheit. And she is sitting here getting chilly just thinking about the prospect of not finding a blanket quite like that one.
The restaurant's motto is " A taste of summer all year round". Blankets included.
The Summerhouse
The restaurant's motto is " A taste of summer all year round". Blankets included.
The Summerhouse
Thursday 8 September 2011
A time
A time to laugh, a time to die
what is now will be no more
a time to turn away from you
and through a very different door
A time to cry, a time to live
what is now will forever be
a time to come closer to you
and through the same eyes we see
A time to stare , a time to breathe
what is now is exhaled in one
a time to stay in the same place
and through stillness thy will be done
what is now will be no more
a time to turn away from you
and through a very different door
A time to cry, a time to live
what is now will forever be
a time to come closer to you
and through the same eyes we see
A time to stare , a time to breathe
what is now is exhaled in one
a time to stay in the same place
and through stillness thy will be done
Twenty cigarettes
James Benning asks twenty people to smoke a cigarette and then films them. Each shot takes as long as it takes to smoke one. An exercise in coming face-to face with our own self consciousness..
Tuesday 6 September 2011
Monday 5 September 2011
God of Carnage
Polanski's new film sees Kate Winslet actually projectile vomiting, a stunt which even her kids witnessed on set and can't stop talking about since... With the Venice Film Festival underway, it's definitely time for European cinema to projectile vomit it's wonderful new material.
Thursday 1 September 2011
Friday 26 August 2011
The Museum of Broken Relationships
Originating in Croatia, this exhibition holds the trinkets and treasures of the international break-up scene. The objects that people have decided to keep are, at times, comical (this dishevelled looking gnome, par exemple) and at others, tragic (the wedding dress.Ouch) Such is life.
For more info click here
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