19 Temmuz 2013 Cuma

Andrea Femerstrand

Centipede

Centipede were an English jazz/progressive rock/Canterbury sound big band with more than 50 members, organized and led by the British free jazz pianist Keith Tippett. Formed in 1970, it brought together much of a generation of young British jazz and rock musicians from a number of bands, including Soft Machine, King Crimson, Nucleus and Blossom Toes. Septober Energy produced by Robert Fripp

Wim Wenders - 50 Golden Rules of Moviemaking

If you do have something to say, you’d better stick to it. (But then don’t give too many interviews.)
Respect your actors. Their job is 10 times more dangerous than yours.
Before you say “cut,” wait five more seconds.
Other people have great ideas, too.
Never fall in love with your temp music.
Never fall in love with your leading lady!
It’s always good to make up for a lack of (financial) means with an increase in imagination.
Having a tight schedule can be difficult. But having too much time is worse.
A “beautiful image” can very well be the worst thing that can happen to a scene.

Wim Wenders - 50 Golden Rules of Moviemaking

11 Temmuz 2013 Perşembe

A Duck Hears Also

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.

Igor Stravinsky

La douleur qui ne vieillit pas.

Pour une mère qui a perdu son enfant, c'est toujours le premier jour. Cette douleur- la ne vieillit pas.
Victor Hugo
Çocuğunu kaybeden bir anne için her gün ilk gündür; bu ıstırap ihtiyarlamaz.

Fail Better

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Samuel Beckett

U LEVA LEVA (Tuna Fishing Chantey)

C'est de l'eau!


Religion and Capitalism

Capitalism carries on his business with mediators. We see that religion has a capitalist structure because of his mediators between believers and God.

Capitalisme entretient ses affaires avec mediateurs. Le fait de mettre des mediateurs entre le Dieu et les croyants nous montre que la religion posséde une structure capitaliste.

Kapitalizm işleri aracı sistemiyle götürür. Dinin kapitalist bir yapı olduğu kul ile tanrı arasına konulan aracılardan anlaşılabilir.

What is happiness?

What is happiness?
Dying for some thing that you have faith in.
Would you give me that chance?
First you have to live for some thing that you believe...

C'est quoi le bonheur?
Mourir pour quelque chose que tu as foi.
Tu va me donner cette chance?
D'abord tu dois vivre pour quelque chose que tu crois...

Mutluluk nedir?
İnandığın bir şey için ölmektir.
Bana bu şansı verecek misin?
Önce inandığın bir şey için yaşamalısın...

Feel It

Think for once that all the conspiracy theories are true.
So?
So, think deeply... You must feel the life you're living in.
?

Pense une fois que tous les théories de complots sont vrais.
Alors?
Alors. Pense bien. Tu dois ressentir la vie que tu vis dedans.
?

Bütün komplo teorilerinin gerçek olduğunu düşün bir.
Evet.
Düşün işte. İçinde yaşadığın şeyi hissetmelisin.
?

10 Temmuz 2013 Çarşamba

Mastodon - The Sparrow

Those who are against Fascism without being against capitalism...


Those who are against Fascism without being against capitalism, who lament over the barbarism that comes out of barbarism, are like people who wish to eat their veal without slaughtering the calf. They are willing to eat the calf, but they dislike the sight of blood. They are easily satisfied if the butcher washes his hands before weighing the meat. They are not against the property relations which engender barbarism; they are only against barbarism itself. They raise their voices against barbarism, and they do so in countries where precisely the same property relations prevail, but where the butchers wash their hands before weighing the meat.
Bertolt Brecht

2013 Gas Mask Samples


Art Aussi...

L'amour est la poésie des sens . Ce n'est pas seulement un sentiment, c'est un Art aussi "

Honoré DE BALZAC

Aşk hislerden oluşmuş bir şiirdir, sadece bir duygu değil sanattır.

5 Temmuz 2013 Cuma

Lunatic's Lament



That's right It's voyage in mind Passage through crime An egg in nest of crow Giggle flowing on the tongue of deaf mute hearts A mad rebel a shy invasion for mirror thrown That's a gate Invisible blame Virus in the sky Raining on our desire A simple code repeating in the cells of time A whisper taking us to land of lies of lies Lie is told once for all dig your soul find a hole Descend to your cold in this boiling blood flopping fish called childhood Harvest of dreams dreams of sins exploiting pills swallow your faults Descend to your cold in this boiling blood flopping fish called madness. Once you step the threshold of lunatic mind From now on you'll observe these servants, serves your pieces born of innocence Fate's shattered your laugh to millions of shock Falling down onto stall of butcher's god will scatter your borrowed hopes to the dogs Live your life, that's a feeling of rape Hanging cage of your shame Heart breaking pendulum Barbed collar for your rights Holy inquisition of our time Barrel filled with shit and vain promises The pincer that ground up the tits of life Cut to pieces lonely wise Time goes punctual on and on, sorrows rewind, Tons of occupation on your shovel, can't fill your melancholic well of the pass Lies, that's right, all begun with the first word in time, You can't jail them in your arms, they are shadow on your warmth madness to forget lies. 

Lunatic's Lament

Cover Illustrations: Nicholas Delort: http://blog.nicolasdelort.com/ Zdzislaw Beksinski: http://www.beksinski.pl/‎