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easy rider, musica - de (anonim) la: 02/02/2004 23:09:45
(la: Iluzia hippie pierduta: Easy Rider la Arte.tv)
Musica a fost creata de grupul Steppen Wolf, 25% din valoarea filmului, si este o musica mai mult progressive rock and roll, decit HIP,HIP,HURRAH, sau poate cum l-ai numit Hippy, de fapt n-am auzit nici odata de genul acesta de musica "MUSICA HIPPIE", este ceva nou pentru mine, omul invata pina moare.
"TO LIVE,IS ONLY HUMAN, TO KNOW HOW TO LIVE, ITS ART".
Would you like to read your name in Paris, London and New York? - de Dinu Lazar la: 22/04/2004 06:22:10
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
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Belle,BEEEELLLLEEE!Stelllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! - de Little Eagle la: 07/08/2004 21:22:51
(la: Preferati muzica)
Dear one,
in primul rand cred ca faci confuzie intre Bob Dylan si ..Bb Marley...cel din urma inovator jamican al stilului raggae(se pare ca a murit in circumstante ciudate si CIA ar fi planuit asasinarea lui).
Cu toate ca stii ca Ozzy Osbourne e favoritul meu ca muzician inca de cand era cu Black Sabbath,deci un mare fan al lor si lui din 1970,am si alte gusturi muzicale si variate,de la clasic la tech-industry music.

Daca ai fi in casa noastra vei vedea o mare colectie de cd-uri de la Edith Piaf la Moby sau Tool.Nu-mi place si nu mi-a placut insa stilul pop,disco si de plangareala,in special anii 80 tampiti,plini de porcarii gen Abba,Bee Gees,Boney M si altii care au disparut la fel cum au venit...pe nevazute,doar marii muzicieni inca si azi produc si sunt mereu mari.

Jackson?Nu mi-a placut niciodata ca muzician.Bob Dylan? avem 3 cd-uri cu el si desigur ca-l iubim mult si la fel muzica lui inovativa si poezia cuvinteleo(doar Jim Morrison l-a putut egala).
Muzica country?Ce faci fara Johnny Cash?Ori Loretta Lynn,sau Dolly Parton?Ea...mai ce focoasa e!Sa ai sex cu ea...nu ai nevoie de mancare si nimic, te tine toata ziua si noaptea....nu pot vorbi multe...nu am chef de law suit!In fine.
Joan Baez a cantat cantecele lui Dylan,Jimi Hendrix la fel,Beatles,The Stones,omul e un mega monster in music.100% talent si geniu!

Imi aduc aminte de cenaclul lui Paunescu.Odata am fost la polivalenta pt. ca aveam un f. bun amic(azi de 24 ani in Elvetia),muzician(chitarist)ce era prieten cu Dan Andrei Aldea de la Sfinx...pt. cei mai batranei ca mine si stiu ce scriu acum.
Era si Phoenix atunci cu Tandarica la tobe(desigur)Ovidiu Lipan si Baniciu(mai tarziu devenit solo folk-ist dupa ce restul grupului au roit-o spre taramuri vestice),si multi altii ca Valeriu Sterian.

Cantau la cenaclu Dylan in prostie,dar boul de Paunica se baga ca un idiot mereu traducand in romaneste din Dylan ceea ce nu-i chiar usor sa-i gasesti un context sa rimeze ori sa exprime ceea ce el a scris in..engleza!

Am apucat cenaclul cand a inceput prima oara,era interesant si mai tarziu mi-am dat seama ca era o simpla manevra comunista de a face pe tineri sa vada ca Ceausescu nu era chiar..."rau".A devenit o propaganda si poetul curtii regale(Paunica) trebuia sa traga sforile si sa -si bage nasul si mai mult in curul murdar de cacat al partidului si ...idolului sau...!

I like your last words Belle,sounds almost like something Ozzy would say.
He used to say in the 80's:"Am I going craaazyyy?Am I going insasaaane?
I enjoy every second of madness that runs thru my veins."
O zicala buna ce o simt si eu in mine deseori,adica de ce-s un Ozzy fan?

LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy






































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"Between 15 and 70 a man is like Iraq - ruled by a dick,"Belle, - de DESTIN la: 22/10/2004 00:45:58
(la: Femeia)


"Between 15 and 70 a man is like Iraq - ruled by a dick"...so like dickens!

Cu bine,


Cine se teme de suferinta...va suferi de teama.
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Kid Rock&Sheryl Crow - de Sedna10 la: 11/11/2004 12:34:10
(la: Ce melodie iubiti acum?)
"Picture of you", cantec realist si cool-romantic, nesiropos dar surprinzator de sensibil pentru Kid Rock! ;)

"Hallelujhah" by Jeff Buckley...
"I heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"

Si la extrema cealalta, destul de jenanta, am ales o melodie noua de alarma pe mobil si de cand ma trezesc ma bantuie! Ta-tata-ta!ta-ta-tatata! Cred ca o sa revin la clasicul tarait de trezire de pe orice mobil! :))))))))))))

Dumnezeu a creat portocalele, nu sucul de portocale
Scarlet - de rangi la: 09/12/2004 17:18:04
(la: Perspectiva unei picaturi de ploaie)
"Life in itself has no meaning. Life is an opportunity to create meaning. Meaning has not to be discovered: it has to be created. You will find meaning only if you create it. It is not lying there somewhere behind the bushes, so you can go and you search a little bit and find it. It is not there like a rock that you will find. It is a poetry to be composed, it is a song to be sung, it is a dance to be danced.
Meaning is a dance, not a rock. Meaning is music. You will find it only if you create it. Remember it.
Millions of people are living meaningless lives because of this utterly stupid idea that meaning has to be discovered. As if it is already there. All that you need is to just pull the curtain, and behold! meaning is here. It is not like that.
So remember: Buddha finds the meaning because he creates it. I found it because I created it.... And only those who create find. And it is good that meaning is not lying there somewhere, otherwise one person would have discovered it -- then what would be the need for everybody else to discover it?
You must be waiting passively for the meaning to come... it will never come. This has been the idea of the past religions, that the meaning is already there. It is not! Freedom is there to create it, energy is there to create it. The field is there to sow the seeds and reap the crop. All is there-- but the meaning has to be created. That's why to create it is such a joy, such an adventure, such an ecstasy.
Don't allow your life to become just a dead ritual. Let there be moments, unexplainable. Let there be a few things which are mysterious, for which you cannot supply any reason. Let there be a few doings for which people will think you are a little crazy. A man who is a hundred percent sane is dead. A little bit of craziness by the side is always a great joy. Go on doing a few crazy things too. And then meaning will be possible. "
Osho, The Perfect MasterVolume 2, Chapter 4

« Ce que vous n’aimez pas, ne le faites pas »
Copyright-ul prin lume; la o adica in Venezuela, care este - de Dinu Lazar la: 12/12/2004 17:07:39
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
Primim de la un fotograf din Venezuela:

THis is just to inform you that the "Revolution" that is currently set in place in this country, led by a monkey and his chimps, is just showing off it's real nature, and most of what we thought about their real intentions is becoming a solid reality.

Please excuse the intro, but go on, as this is not a political statement.

Just a few days ago, and amendment to local Intellectual Property Law, by far one of the most modern copyright and intellectual property protection laws in the world, is about to suffer a massive and abusive modification, breaking out with all the previous international agreements signed by this country, including the Bern and Paris Conventions, The Uruguay Round and other older agreements.

Basically , a group of revolutionary artists, has introduced to the revolutionary congress a proposal for revolutionary change in IP laws to force creators to register with SAPI, our Copyright Office here in Caracas, as a formal requisite to enjoy the benefits of IP protection.
THIS MEANS THAT ANYTHNG THAT IS NOT FORMALLY REGISTERED IN THAT OFFICE, WILL BE CONSIDERED OF PUBLIC DOMAIN, AND ANYONE WILL BE ABLE TO COPY, DUPLICATE AND EVENTUALLY SELL THOSE ITEMS.

I am not joking fellows. THis is happening today here, and is totally and formally intended to legalise pirating of Music CD's and tapes,VHs; and DVD's and VCD's for films, and eventually , photography in all areas.
It is well known to us that one of the most important leaders of the revolution is the owner of the largest company dedicated to piracy of such discs (software, music and movies) and is making hundreds of millions in earnings from this business, and now he will have the legal rights to do so in the open, in a proper manner, all in the name of the revolution, to help "the people" against the empire, and all the crap you may think of.

After the last fraudulent elections a few weeks ago, the revolution has taken control of all state and goverment instances and offices and there is simply nothing to do at any legal and decent level against this and many past and coming abuses.
Anyone trying to set a legal defense against this abuses is considered and enemy of the revolution and they make sure to push you into doom by means I rather not discuss here.

So consider yourself warned., Those of you, Photographers and Agencies that are currently setting plans to cut deals with clients in this country,specially with the goverment, get to know how is it gonna be, or at least, make sure you get in writing a better deal for you products and services , although things in writing, like contracts, are just disposable paper and ink for the revolution. There are other modifications to the law that would not deal with our field, but are equally abusive in other areas ( pretended ownership of satellite/broadcast transmissions, etc).

I made my best not to turn this into a political thing, just the bare minumum as to set you on "warning mode", so please if anyone wants to comment on the political side, just keep it off this forum.

Talking about protection for RF files, well... just forget it. Not even RM (or RP or L for this
matter) will have it.

We are becoming the Planet of the Apes.

Best

J P
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women are like apples - de Horia D la: 20/01/2005 16:36:18
(la: Un nou forum: "Bancuri, glume, poante...")
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the
tree.
Most men don't reach for the good ones because they are afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now Men...men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up
to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something
acceptable to have dinner with.



The things that come to those who wait are what's left behind by those
who got there first.
Walking through the woods, a - de Horia D la: 10/02/2005 16:11:23
(la: Un nou forum: "Bancuri, glume, poante...")
Walking through the woods, a man comes upon another man hugging a tree with his ear firmly against it. He asks, "Just out of curiosity, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm listening to the music of the tree."
"You've gotta be kidding."
"No, not at all! Would you like to give it a try?"
"Well, okay." So he wraps his arms around the tree and presses his ear up against it.
The other man immediately slaps a set of handcuffs on him, takes his wallet, jewelry, car keys, then strips him naked and leaves.
Two hours later, another nature lover strolls by, sees this man handcuffed to the tree, naked and asked, "What the hell happened to you?"
He tells the guy the whole story about how he got there. While he was regaling his plight, the newcomer is shaking his head in sympathy, circling him.
When the handcuffed man is finished talking, the second man walks around behind him, kisses him tenderly behind the ear and says, "This just isn't your day, is it, Sugar?"
No comment! - de ampop la: 24/03/2005 10:39:32
(la: Terri Schiavo , eutanasia pro sau contra?)
March 23, 2005
Doctor says Terri is Aware and Feels Pain - Updated
From the NRO: A doctor who has seen Terri Schiavo this month says she seems to be aware of what's going on and appears to feel pain. [pdf file]

William Polk Cheshire, Jr., M.D,. M.A, F.A.A.N.is a neurologist practicing the State of Florida who believes that it can be ethically permissible to discontinue artificially provided nutrition and hydration for persons in a permanent vegetative state. He writes,

Having now reviewed the relevant facts, having met and observed Ms. Schiavo in person, and having reflected deeply on the moral and ethical issues, I would like to explain why I have changed my mind in regard to this particular case.
He explains that Terri was found by court appointed doctors to be in a state of PVS, meaning wakefulness without awareness and lacking the integrated function of the cerebral cortex. Related to Terri's PVS diagnosis he suggests,
There remain, in fact, huge uncertainties, in regard to Terri’s true neurological status. Although exploring such questions may be uncomfortable, I believe that medicine has an obligation to ascertain the neurological facts to the highest possible degree of certainty.
One of his first statements in the seven page document addresses the lack of adequate medical imaging for the purpose of diagnosis. He states,
Although Terri has undergone structural imaging studies of her brain (such as the CT scan which I have reviewed). She ahas not, to my knowledge, undergoing functional imaging studies, such as positron emission topography (PET) or functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI). The structural studies have shown substantial loss of cerebral cortex which was deprives of blood supply for more than 40 minutes in 1990, but there does remain some cerebral cortex.
He follows with a lengthy summary of his direct examination of Terri, medical records, and hours of video tape. I've (roughly) reproduced it below (emphasis mine).


Based on my review of extensive medical records documenting Terri’s care over the years, on my personal observations of Terri, and on my observations of Terri’s responses in the many hours of videotapes taken in 2002, she demonstrates a number of behaviors that I believe case a reasonable doubt on the prior diagnosis of PVS.
Her behavior is frequently context-specific. For example, her facial expression brightens and she smiles in response to the voice of familiar persons such as her parents or her nurse. Her agitation subsides and her facial demeanor soften when quiet music is played. When jubilant piano music is played, her face brightens, she lifts her eyebrows, smiles, and even laughs. Her lateral gaze toward the tape player is sustained for many minutes. Several times I witnessed Terri briefly, albeit inconsistently, laugh in response to a humorous comment someone in the room had made. I did not see her laugh in the absence of someone else’s laughter.
Although she does not seem to track or follow visual objects consistently or for long periods of time, she does fixate her gaze on colorful objects or human faces for some 15 seconds at a time and occasionally follow with her eyes at least briefly as these objects move from side to side. When I first walked into her room, she immediately turned her head toward me and looked directly at my face. There was a look of curiosity or expectation in her express, and she maintained eye contact for about half a minute. Later, when she again looked at me, she brought her lips together as if to pronounce the letter "O", and although for a moment it appeared that she might be making an intentional effort to speak, her fade then fell blank, and no words came out.
Although I did not hear Terri utter distinct words, she demonstrates emotional expressivity by her use of single syllable vocalizations such as "ah," making cooing sounds, or by expressing guttural sounds of annoyance or moaning appropriate to the context of the situation. The context-specific range and variability of her vocalizations suggest at least a reasonable probability of the processing of emotional thought within her brain. There have been reports of Terri rarely using actual words specific to her situational context. The July 25, 2003 affidavit of speech pathologist Sara Green Mele, MS, on page 6, reads, "The records of Mediplex reflect the fact that she has said ‘stop’ in apparent response to a medical procedure being done to her." The Adult Protective Services team has been unable to retrieve those original medical records I this instance.
Although Terri has not consistently followed commands there appear to be some notable exceptions. In the taped examination by Dr. Hammesfahr from 2002, when asked to close her eyes she began to blink repeatedly. Although it was unclear whether she squeezed her grip when asked, she did appear to raise her right leg four times in succession each time she was asked to do so. Rehabilitation notes from 1991 indicated that she tracked inconsistently, and although did not develop a yes/no communication system, did follow some commands inconsistently and demonstrated good eye contact of family members.
There is a remarkable moment in the videotape of the September 3, 2002 examination by Dr. Hammesfahr that seemed to go unnoticed at the time. At 2:44 p.m., Dr. Hammesfahr had just turned Terri onto her right side to examine her back with a painful sharp stimulus (a sharp piece of wood), to which Terri had responded with signs of discomfort. Well after he ceased applying the stimulus and had returned Terri to a comfortable position, he says to her parents, "So, we’re going to have to roll her over ...," Immediately Terri cries. She vocalizes a crying sound, "Ugh, ha, ha, ha," presses her eyebrows together, and sadly grimaces. It is important to note that, at that moment, no one is touching Terri or causing actual pain. Rather, she appears to comprehend the meaning of Dr. Hammesfahr’s comment and signals her anticipation of pain. This response suggests some degree of language processing and interpretation at the level of the cerebral cortex.
Mario
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awake - de psychedelic la: 10/04/2005 06:22:57
(la: Lacrimi mangaiate de realitate (partea I))
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day�s divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it�s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
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awake - de psychedelic la: 10/04/2005 06:26:00
(la: Lacrimi mangaiate de realitate (partea I))
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day�s divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it�s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
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Do you know we exist? - de psychedelic la: 10/04/2005 07:04:57
(la: Lacrimi Mangaiate de Realitate(partea a II a))
Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom

Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying

We live, we die
& death not ends it

Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower

Cling to Cunts & cocks
of despair

We got our final vision
by clap

Columbus groin got
filled w/green death

(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/the divine mockery
of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers

are allowed to roam free

a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts

we are promised

Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A nightr of lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

hundred hues

a rich mandala

for me & for you

& for your silky

pillowed house

a head, wisdom

& a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

has claimed thee

We used to believe

in the good old days

We still receive

In little ways

The things of Kindness

& unsporting brow

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists
in school books

Did you know madmen are
running our prisons

w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
maelstrom

We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle

We're trying for something
that's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
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sounds like fun. multam de id - de alex boldea la: 16/05/2005 23:51:29
(la: BUM-PARTY in bucatarie)
sounds like fun. multam de idee :)
tot morrison - de teo_05 la: 23/06/2005 10:34:59
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war?)

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art
and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled with green death

(I touched her thigh and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
and only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine (dying on the vine)

resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night

Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you

And for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed

Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee

We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways

The Things of Kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
within a jail, within a gaol
within a white free protestant
Maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
and love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such

unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad staff

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South

Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(and where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
II

Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"

We filed slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, and silent.
As we seated and were darkened
The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru and thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest -- (did you
have a good world when you
died?) -- enough to base
a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples

Her * gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.

"It's all right.
All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration

Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile

Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so

I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman

But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers

O girl, unleash
your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt
on my new collar

Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them

Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life

Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a joke
of our universe
III

Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, and set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget
IV

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling and bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Meditation

Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon

The rest of the World
is reckless and dangerous
Look at the
brothels
Stag films
Exploration
V

A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox
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"Life is like a chocolate box - de RSI la: 07/07/2005 21:45:09
(la: Topul 100 citate celebre din filme)
"Life is like a chocolate box, you never know what's inside..." una din cele mai bune ;))
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"- Dubito ergo cogito"
"- Cogito ergo sum"

Descartes
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eu ascult tot musica pe care - de Popescu Cezar la: 05/10/2005 22:38:11
(la: Ce muzica ascultati in ultima vreme?)
eu ascult tot musica pe care o ascultam si acum 10 ani, in liceu.
Here i am.Rock me like huricane.. - de Lascar Barca la: 15/10/2005 06:58:53
(la: Aphex Twin I)

"Din punctul meu de vedere, si din punctul vostru de vedere deasemea, muzica anilor 80 a fost ridicola."

O parte din muzica acelor ani a fost ridicola.Cea de toate zilele,comerciala,facuta sa satisfaca/gidile in mod placut auzul popular si buzunarele de moment.Dar restul?Arta de dragul artei?"World of music,arts & dance"-WOMAD-ul lui Peter Gabriel?"Discipline" si "Three of a perfect pair "ale lui King Crimson?
Rock-ul este progresiv!Iar noi suntem muritorii:)))
Fiecare cu parerea lui. - de mya la: 09/11/2005 23:57:58
(la: Arde Parisul?)
Fiecare cu parerea lui.

Uite un alt articol, scris de un intelectual francez Michel Garfinkiel, articol care a aparut in NY Sun in data de ieri. Mi-am permis sa copiez aici numai concluziile articolului.
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Which brings us to a second question: How ethnic is the present violence in France? Liberal commentators, both in France and abroad, tend to say that poverty and unemployment, rather than race or religion, are the driving force behind the riots. Mr. Villepin himself tends to share this view, at least in part. He said yesterday on TV that he is earmarking enormous credits for housing rehabilitation, education, and state-supported jobs in the areas where the unrest has developed. But the fact remains that only ethnic youths are rioting, that most of them explicitly pledge allegiance to Islam and such Muslim heroes as Osama bin Laden, that the Islamic motto - Allahu Akbar - is usually their war cry, and that they submit only to archconservative or radical imams.

The fact also remains, according to many witnesses, that the rioters torch only "white" cars, meaning white owned cars, and spare "Islamic" or "black" ones. One way to discriminate between them is to look for ethnic signs like a sticker with Koranic verses or a picture of the Kaaba in Mekka or a stylized map of Africa. Further evidence of the animating influence in the riots lies with the French rap music to which the perpetrators listen. Such music obsessively describes White France as a sexual prey.

A third and last question is what impact this unprecedented ordeal is likely to have on France and Europe? One would reasonably expect the French government to restore its grip over the country. What matters, however, is the long-term outcome. My guess is that the crisis will not be so easily forgotten or washed away among the "non-ethnic" citizens, including those of alien stock who have fully integrated into the French society as it is. Rejection of Islam and of North African, Black African, and Middle Eastern immigration may increase dramatically. And the prospect of Turkey acceding to the European Union may get even dimmer
.

Posted by Roger L. Simon.

Am luat articolul de pe blogul lui Roger Simon.
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Spune-mi ce asculti ca sa-ti spun cine esti - de alex andra la: 08/01/2006 19:39:13
(la: muzica buna-definitie)
Lost without music in a world of noises
I like this !!! Contine un adevar de necontestat, imi place sa cred.
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