Sunday, 16 March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Marx and Engels, Alexanderplatz
Marx and Engels
There is misery in all I hear and see
From people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way
There's misery in all I hear and see
From people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no intellect
That she could respect
If it couldn't see
That the girl just wants to be
Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while
She's writing in the style
Of any riot girl
-Belle & Sebastian
Marx and Engels
There is misery in all I hear and see
From people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way
There's misery in all I hear and see
From people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing that she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no intellect
That she could respect
If it couldn't see
That the girl just wants to be
Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while
She's writing in the style
Of any riot girl
-Belle & Sebastian
Berlin, March 2008
It's a shame this is so blurry, but maybe you can see that it is Leda and the Swan? From our very strange hotel (the Estrel, Europe's largest conference hotel, reminiscent of central Florida, circa 1986), we had a view of a riverside biergarten, complete with an oh-so-graphic (her womb was visible) neon "sculpture" of Leda and her Swan. Can you imagine this on the banks of the Ohio?
Berlin, March 2008
These faces are from an exhibit called "Fallen Leaves," or "Shalechet," by Israeli artist Menashe Kadishman. There are over 10,000 faces coarsely cut from iron - visitors walk over the faces, which clang together with an awful noise that reverberates through a series of empty rooms. It was one of most profound experiences in the museum, if not all of Berlin.
Berlin, March 2008
To a Giraffe
If it is unpermissible, in fact fatal
to be personal and desirable
to be literal—detrimental as well
if the eye is not innocent—does it mean that
one can live only on top leaves that are small
reachable only by a beast that is tall?—
of which the giraffe is the best example—
the unconversational animal.
When plagued by the psychological,
a creature can be unbearable
that could have been irresistible;
or to be exact, exceptional
since less conversational
than some emotionally-tied-in-knots animal.
After all
consolations of the metaphysical
can be profound. In Homer, existence
is flawed; transcendence, conditional;
"the journey from sin to redemption, perpetual."
- Marianne Moore
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
Berlin, March 2008
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