Sunday, June 16, 2013

Rainbow Parade


"With the open road ahead
I stayed in your bed for a night.
With the open road ahead
Don't believe the lies we are fed.

In the background of a battle field
I can hear a synthesiser
and I can hear drums
and when I shut my eyes I can hear an orchestra playing

Wanderlust, Wanderlust
Following my feet as I keep dancing
down this endless street."

(Polly Scattergood, Wanderlust)


  






















Saturday, June 1, 2013

Finally the tables are starting to turn [@today's Turkish solidarity protests]


"Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
You better run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run

Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution"

(Tracy Chapman, Talkin' bout a revolution)













Sunday, April 21, 2013

Vienna: Psychedelic spring



"Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest

Oh, Baby I am Lost...

I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
And if love is not the key, if love is not a key.
I hope that I can find a place where it could be."

(Asaf Avidan, Different Pulses)







Sunday, April 14, 2013

Vienna: Signs of spring


“Life in the World is but a big dream;
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.”
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.
When I woke up, I blinked at the garden-lawn;
A lonely bird was singing amid the flowers.
I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?
The Spring wind was telling the mango-bird.
Moved by its song I soon began to sigh,
And as wine was there I filled my own cup.
Wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
When my song was over, all my senses had gone.

Li Po, Waking from Drunkenness on a Spring Day
 (trans. Arthur Waley, 1919)