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A l’Heure de l’observatoire: Les amoureux, Man Ray 1932-1934

 

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Searching everywhere
For the color: Nothingness;
Fearful it shares shade
With the tint, Indifference;
Found standing beside — No More

 

“For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.”
― Elie Wiesel, Night                                                                                                  
Desert

Video — “Man Ray — The Lovers”
When I think of Man Ray, several things immediately come to mind, his relationship with photographer, Lee Miller and his iconic painting, A l’Heure de l’observatoire: Les amoureux, (Observatory Time: The Lovers ).

In 1935 Man Ray wrote the following about the floating lips:

“It is at seven in the morning, before satisfying an imaginary hunger — the sun not yet decided whether to rise or to set — that your mouth comes to replace all these indecisions. Sole reality validating the dream, resisting awakening, it stays suspended in the void, between two bodies.

“It becomes two bodies, separated by a slender, undulating horizon. Like the earth and the sky, like you and me, as so like everything down to microscopic objects, invisible to the eye. The eye itself becomes invisible, just as everything that is too near, like everything that is too far becomes invisible. But your mouth that can come closer without losing anything, which makes itself felt more by coming close up to the intensity of contact, has no need to see. Nor need of light, the astronomical accomplice of time. Now time must go back to see things clearly, but your mouth does not tolerate removal, which stops it from seeing.

“No matter that I become blind — liberated from all concern with appearances, touch and speech will be my strengths. One can close one’s eyes in order not to see — one cannot stop oneself from feeling when one is touched nor from hearing when spoken to. Were it only the finger placed on it to stop it talking, the silent mouth must touch.

“Lips of sun, you attract me ceaselessly, and in this moment before wakening, when I detach myself from my body — I am weightless — I join you again in the neutral light and in the empty space, and sole reality, I kiss you with all that still remains of me: my own lips.”

An Arden Season

Greta Garbo Poster, Paris, 1932 — Photographer Ilse Bing

 

An Arden Season


Tempest, you are as death
Autumn’s diminished smoke;
Leaves the eve of winter
Fragile and bitter.
I wait for the thaw:
Resurrection in hope;
Let not temptation malign me
In tepid thought of naught.
Temperament of the heart
Fickle, full of folly;
Its pain, resilient
Holding to the last
Burr of love unfounded:
The sweetness of pepper,
The sting of salt.

 

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones      Deprive

Wolf Larsen — “Kitchen Door”

 

Contrition

Image from the movie poster, Brando

 

Contrition
3 Day Quote Challenge — No. 2 


“Regret is useless in life. It’s in the past. All we have is now.”
— Marlon Brando


“Contrition” is my second post of the 3 Day Quote Challenge.  My invitation came from Staci at A God Colored Girl in a Grey World.  Please giver her a visit, her thought-provoking posts will not disappoint.  Thank you Staci, I’m really enjoying this!  Please find the rules for the challenge below the video.

For me there has always been something very sad and unsettling about this quote. I think it’s because it’s attributed to Marlon Brando. Undeniably his life was full of much turmoil and many regrets. We see this so clearly in his portrayal of Paul in the movie, The Last Tango in Paris.  It’s my belief this is the greatest movie of his career, because it’s not role for him, Brando is Paul. This is not a film purely about sexual brutality, it’s a gut-wrenching film about emotional vulnerability, self-loathing, despair, mistakes and regrets.

An excerpt from Brando’s memoir, “When Last Tango in Paris was finished, I decided that I wasn’t ever again going to destroy myself emotionally to make a movie. I felt I had violated my innermost self and didn’t want to suffer like that anymore…”     Deprive

Video — “Last Tango in Paris — Paul’s Past”


3 Day Quote Challenge Rules

1. Thank the person that nominated you.
2. Post 1 to 3 quotes each day for 3 consecutive days.
3. Nominate 3 bloggers each day to participate in the challenge.

Do you have any favorite quotes?  My invitation is open to everyone, so if this sounds appealing to you, please give it a go and have fun with the challenge.

3 Day Quote Challenge No. 1 —  Corporeal
3 Day Quote Challenge No. 2 — “Contrition”

Dry Bones

Unknown Artist

 

Dry Bones


I pray to my God
Of The Used and T
he Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Madness

I pray to my God
Of The Used and The Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Sadness

I pray to my God
Of The Used and The Users
Be still my heart — breathe;
Where hate rages for all time
In the Lone Land of Mankind

 

“This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
— T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
   Voice   Handwriting

 

Last Stop

Self-Deceit #1  (Roma) 1977 – 1978, Artist Francesca Woodman

 

Last Stop


Placated by your parched overtures

Wooed by your smooth-talking tongue
Enticed by devotion
Deserted by emotion

 

“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.”     *
― Søren Kierkegaard

 

The Kills – “Love Is a Deserter” 


Originally posted January 24, 2016

Solace

It is – Artist Marion Costentin
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Solace
Occitan Sonnet

It’s a new dawn drawn over sparkling seas
It’s a new year of mistakes to be made
It’s a new day of yesterday’s old dreams
It’s a new twilight of yesteryear’s sage
Nothing is holy, nothing as it seems
Nothing is hallow, everything’s the same
Nothing lasts forever, ash to redeem
Nothing ever changes, a crying shame

Do we sadly believe, that’s all there is?
Do we need cleansing, from a Reich Power?
Do we hope for worth, would it be remiss?
Do we just accept what is, and cower?
Do we live again, this time total bliss?
Do we find solace — in our final hour?

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“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”     *     *
— Elie Wiesel

Video  “Mad World – Anne Frank”

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow…

Artist Rimel NeffatiArtist Rimel Neffati

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Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow


My Love

My Stalker
My unwelcome Best-Friend
You know me better
Than any partner
Could or ever can
Every inch of my body
Every gyrus of my mind
You ever so kindly
Point me to the aisle
Self-Help
A95
Morality


“Frankly, I think the worst monsters of all are human beings, the moral compasses that some hide behind are indeed shields of the weak.”
— M. L. Lurie, The Lost Journals
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Anaphora

Anaphoric Macro Queen
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Anaphora

Cyber Street Walking
Spreading your I.P. around
Fiber Optic Town
Seeing you bend at the knees
And looking up as you please

Cyber Street Stalking
Looking for a strange-stranger?
Relocate yourself
To a Micro Motel 6
Not far from SmartKey City

Cyber Street Jacking
Got guys humping and pumping
Hurry, CTRL+E
Your operating system —
 It’s an Open Source Platform?

Cyber Street Hacking
Do you think you’re infected?
Coughing and sneezing
Affecting your D.N.A.
Rewriting your R.N.A.

Cyber Street Stillness
Time to shake this addiction
Were you’re protected —
From coding and decoding?
Anaphoric Macro Queen

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Science is but a perversion of itself unless it has as its ultimate goal the betterment of humanity.”
— Nikola Tesla     *

The Kooks — “Bad Habit