9.26.2014

frasechitas

Al que le quede el sayo... Este ragazzo pareciera vivir del cuento de las frasechitas, tan cansón y falta de imaginación en la mayoría de los casos. Sin embargo, al ragazzo le va bene. Mientras espero a que se acabe el mundo, o mi mundo, practico el italiano con queste perlas, perlitas para quandoDantequando llegue al inferno y me encuentre con la bella Beattrice, que seguro fue una ragazzina a quién le encantaría esta perla, muy realista: Le chiavi del mio cuore le vendono da Bulgari.  Abre que voy....


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(2nd)cummings



speaking of love(of
which Who knows the
meaning;or how dreaming
becomes

if your heart's mind)i
guess a grassblade
Thinks beyond or
around(as poems are

made)Our picking it. this
caress that laugh
both quickly signify
life's only half(through

deep weather then
or none let's feel
all)mind in mind flesh
In flesh succeeding disappear

ee cummings




Brian Eno's Obscure Records label released only 10 albums during its existence from 1975 through 1978. Some of these have been reissued on CD (among them Eno's own 1975 masterpiece Discreet Music), but for some reason the album Voices and Instruments (Obscure No. 5, 1976) only exists on out-of-print vinyl. It is a very quiet and beautiful record, featuring three compositions by Jan Steele on one side, and five compositions by John Cage on the other side. Lyrics are by James Joyce and E. E. Cummings, performers include Jan Steele, Richard Bernas, Steve Beresford, Fred Frith, Robert Wyatt, and Carla Bley. It is not just mellow, it is avant-mellow... 
-Ubuweb


it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

ee cummings