nu mai scriu însemnare lungă să ne-ajungă și să gonească puhoaiele de cetitori. chinaman said long ago that if a man can't say what he has to say in twelve lines he had better keep quiet. (ezra pound, vorticism, 1914) apropo de pound și în total dezacord cu lipsa de melancolie a acestei toamne sordide, iată una din poeziile mele dragi:
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nu v-ajunge? mai luați și un nick cave pentru zile ploioase, afurisitul de june prim soios, iată ce zice despre el:
"This is a stunning recording -- stunning in the sense of its quality and its combination of philosophical soliloquy and heartbreaking music. It's also stunning in its effect upon the listener, rendering him or her mute -- stunned, as it were -- with reflection and awe. Combining two spoken-word pieces, one from the Vienna Poetry Festival and one from a BBC religion program, Cave manages to flesh out the spare poetry that is his songwriting by explaining the font from which it issues. God, madness, mourning, love, and wisdom are all explored here, with musical interludes on the first piece, "The Secret Life of the Love Song," that show the end product of all of this musing. Cave's words are like silent weights that sneak up and land in your lap, paralyzing you with their beauty and heft in a way that only occasionally happens with the songs that he has issued over the last 20 years."
Nick Cave - The secret life of the love song.mp3 | ||
Found at skreemr.com |
de la mine & de la sylvie, orvoá.
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