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

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

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

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.

If you love Comic Sans....

read this:

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/im-comic-sans-asshole

Monsieur in the country

Nice pleasant passer-by:

"So where are you from, then?"

" Nowhere. To you, I'm from nowhere"

yule mwanamke- That woman

 

Wangari Maathai dies at 71

DRIVE through Monday

Two great tracks from DRIVE



Under your spell
A real hero- College

I refuse to listen to "skull crushing"

Wild Beasts

 thankless thing

Friday with Charlotte and The Tree

For you

Lana Del Rey

The meanings of words aren’t discreet entities, like dictionary definitions. They’re concepts.

A stunning article about the art of writing.....


http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/the-fine-art-of-writing-small-2358073.html

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.

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.

Wild Horses a different way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCpCmt0OXNc&feature=youtu.be

France chooses film for the Oscars

La guerre est declaree ( War is declared )

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.

Lea Seydoux

Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris would not be the same without her. Elle joue bien la vraie parisienne

languages lost

This article claims that we are losing one of our 6900 languages every fortnight.

http://www.economist.com/node/21528592

The rise of British method acting

Steve Mcqueen's Shame sees Fassbender playing a sex-addicted corporate drone.

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

Latin America Through Eleanor Marriott's lens

Her exhibition is on at Canning House this month
http://www.eleanormarriottphotography.co.uk/

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

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

Twenty cigarettes

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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..

I believe in Atavism...

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.

My head and my heart are crying out for......

THE HEAD AND THE HEART

Listen to:

lost in my mind

If you're always hungry like me and the rest of London.....

Then

URBANSPOON

might help you get your fill....