Showing posts with label music video. Show all posts
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27 October 2013
26 September 2013
Prayer for François Villon
Prayer for François Villon
As long, as the earth keeps turning,
As long, as the sun is above,
Almighty, please give to all of us
The things that we do not have:
Grant a mind to the wise man,
The coward, grant him a horse,
The happy man, let him have money,
...And don't forget "your's truly".
As long as the earth keeps turning,
Almighty, as is your wont,
Grant to the one striving for power
Rule as much as he wants.
Grant a break to the generous
At least till the start of dusk.
Grant repentance to Cain
...And don't forget "yours truly".
I know that you have the Power
I've faith in your wisdom,
Believing,as does a dead soldier,
That right in Heaven He dwells.
As truly,every being believes:
That all that you say is true,
As we go on believing,
Not knowing what we do.
O Lord of my life, Almighty,
Blond tresses and green of eye,
As long as the earth keeps turning
Although it still wonders, "why?"
As long as it still has some time left
and fire to keep its course,
Grant something to everybody
...And don't forget "yours truly".
18 September 2013
03 September 2013
26 August 2012
01 August 2012
Patti Smith sings Banga on Letterman
Patti Smith sings about the greatest dog in all of literature: Banga, Pontius Pilate's hound in the masterpiece, The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. And the song rocks. Proving, once again, she's one of the greatest performers alive. That she's around makes life better.
30 July 2012
26 July 2012
20 July 2012
09 July 2012
29 June 2012
Mrs Bridge
From a review in the Guardian by Joshua Ferris of a great and neglected novel:
No doubt much of what oppresses Mrs Bridge is an unsustainable domestic condition. The generation of women after hers – that of her two daughters – would have more freedom, more opportunity, and more perspicacity. But as Connell pursues this "carbuncular presence", and as it becomes the great preoccupation of the book, deepening and expanding, like the exhalations of a crouching beast, we come to know it as something universal, harrowing, and irremediable: an existential fear, the sour taste of wasted life, the wild desire to rectify that waste. How does one prosper against the threat that one might be skimming over the years, ignorant of how life should have been lived, might be lived, must be lived? What shall I do? What shall I do?
There is no certain answer, and in this uncertainty, the ironic distance between Mrs Bridge and the reader is closed. We no longer see her as victim of one or another comical shock, an object of pity or ridicule, or a hopeless case of repression and neuroses. She is Meursault without the epiphany of atheism, Molloy without the solace of scatology, Dr Rieux without the nobility of resistance. She is a reflection of you and me, an exemplar of our shared humanity and all the terror and opportunity it so briefly provides – so necessary to seize, and so easy to squander.
19 April 2012
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