Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Vika Kuropyatnikova


Thomas Dolby


Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science 

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology

When I'm dancing close to her
"Blinding me with science - science!"
I can smell the chemicals
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
"Science!"

Mmm - but it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
And failed me in geometry

When she's dancing next to me
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
I can hear machinery
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"

It's poetry in motion
And now she's making love to me
The spheres're in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And hit me with technology

"Good heavens Miss Sakamoto - you're beautiful!"
I -
I don't believe it!
There she goes again!
She's tidied up, and I can't find anything!
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions

But! - it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with - with science!"
She blinded me with -

Kel Markey

From my vaults: Donald Barthelme



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donald_Barthelme

Valentina Zelyaeva


ph: David Burton

New York

Edita Vilkeviciute


First Lines: Richard Powers - Galatea 2.2



It was like so, but wasn't.

Amber Valletta

New Stuff: Barack Obama



I'm intending to give this as a Christmas gift to my niece, but wanted to have a look at it myself first.

Kelli Lumi

New Stuff: Whiter Shades of Pale



Second book from Richard Lander's hilarious Stuff White People Like blog.

Who's That Girl?

Photographer: Simone Lueck



Find more at:

http://www.simonelueck.com

Ruby Aldridge


John Cale


John Cale - Sabotage/Live (1979) 



Life is short and love is very sweet
Look at all the people running from their lives in the street
What're they running from?
What are they running from?
Well, god, damn it, ask them
I wanna know, too

Read and destroy everything you read in the press
Read and destroy everything you read in books
It's a waste of time
It's a waste of energy
It's a waste of paper
And it's a waste of ink
Whatever you read in the books, leave it there
The word for it is:

Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage, sabotage

The military intelligence isn't what it used to be
So waht, human intelligence what it used to be either
It's a rising expectation
It's a rising of the tide
The wards will discharge all their patients in teh streets
Are they hurt again? they are mine, yeah, murderer

Sabotage, sabotage, sabotage

Kate Moss irrégulière

From my vaults: Paul Bartel



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Bartel

Karlie Kloss


New York

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Bianca Bernat

Frank O'Hara



TODAY
                         
                         
   Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
   You really are beautiful! Pearls,
   harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all
   the stuff they've always talked about
                       
   still makes a poem a surprise!
   These things are with us every day
   even on beachheads and biers. They
   do have meaning. They're strong as rocks.

Olya Khramtsova

New Stuff: O.S.T. - Wonder Boys



I ordered this soundtrack especially for Bob Dylan's song 'Things Have Changed' which won him an Academy Award and since its got more good music on it.
The movie itself was the very last movie and a great success in my cinema, before I had to close it.

Paolla Rahmeier

Anna Karenina (1935)




The married Anna Karenina falls in love with  a Count despite her husband's refusal to grant a divorce, and both must contend with the social repercussions.

Classic and still crisp Hollywood adaptation of the Tolstoy novel, accurately executed despite the expected abridgements.

Dominika

New Stuff: The Rolling Stones



Although this album is generally not rated well, I must admit that I always have enjoyed it very much. It's not just a Sgt. Pepper's rip-off to me, the psychedelics are genuinely creepy here and transmit a very cool sense of other-worldliness.

Who's That Girl?

Photographer: Melanie Acevedo



Find more at:

http://www.melanieacevedo.com

Ania Cywinska

Frank Zappa

 

Frank Zappa - Eat That Question

Monday, November 22, 2010

Cindorela Toli

From my vaults: Lionel Barrymore



Bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lionel_Barrymore

Bianca Klamt

New York



(ph:eyetographer)

Maja Latinovic

First Lines: John Barth - The End of the Road



In a sense, I am Jacob Horner.

Sasha Pivovarova

Gemma Ward

Who's That Girl?

Illustrator: Asako Hayashi



Find more at:

http://www.creatorsbank.com/portfolio/?id=systerboy

Elisandra Tomacheski


Bob Dylan



Bob Dylan - A hard rain (1964)






Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was woundedin hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
And the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and speak itand think it and breathe it,
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.