I will be....

Me'n sortiré

And because of my infamy

La canción de amor de San Sebastián 

The Love Song of St. Sebastian és un poema que va escriure T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) en una carta que va enviar a Howard Aiken el 25 de juliol de 1914. És probablement el poema més eròtic dels que escrigué el poeta nord-americà. Va inspirar -com també a poetes i escriptors com Ezra Pound, Proust o Nietzsche…- a Francis Bacon, pintor irlandès detestat per Margaret Thatcher, sens dubte pertorbada per l'abstracció d’uns quadres figuratius amb una potent càrrega emocional. 

Apareceré con mi hábito de estameña
Apareceré con la lámpara en medio de la noche
Y me sentaré a los pies de tu escalera,
Y me flagelaré hasta sangrar
Tras horas y horas de oración
Tortura y placer


Apareceré hasta que mi sangre rodee la lámpara
Y destelle a su luz
Me levantaré y seré tu neófito
Y apagaré la luz
Para seguirte donde me guíes,
Para seguirte donde tus pies sean blancos
Hasta tu cama en la oscuridad
Donde esté tu manto blanco
Junto a tu manto, el pelo trenzado.
Y al fin me aceptarás
Porque yo era odioso a tus ojos
Y al fin me aceptarás sin avergonzarte
Porque yo estaría muerto
Y cuando llegara la mañana
Reclinaría la cabeza en tu pecho.

Llegaría con una toalla en la mano
  Y apoyaría tu cabeza entre mis rodillas;
Tus orejas tienen un curioso pliegue
Nadie en el mundo tiene un pliegue igual.
Cuando todo el mundo se derrita al sol,
Se derrita o se congele,
Recordaré el pliegue de tus orejas.
Me demoraría un momento
Seguiría la curva con el dedo
Tu cabeza debajo de mis rodillas:
Creo que por fin lo comprenderías.
Ya no habría nada más que decir.

Me amarías porque yo te habría estrangulado
Y a causa de mi infamia;
  Tu me amarías más porque te habría mutilado
Porque ya no serías hermoso 

excepto para mí. 

I would come in a shirt of hair
I would come with a lamp in the night
And sit at the foot of your stair;
I would flog myself until I bled,
And after hour on hour of prayer
And torture and delight

Until my blood should ring the lamp
And glisten in the light;
I should arise your neophyte
And then put out the light
To follow where you lead,
To follow where your feet are white
In the darkness toward your bed
And where your gown is white
And against your gown your braided hair.
Then you would take me in
Because I was hideous in your sight
You would take me in without shame
Because I would be dead
And when the morning came
Between your breasts should lie my head.


I would come with a towel in my hand
And bend your head beneath my knees;
Your ears curl back in a certain way
Like no one’s else in all the world.
When all the world shall melt in the sun,
Melt or freeze,
I shall remember how your ears were curled.
I should for a moment linger
And follow the curve with my finger
And your head beneath my knees
I think that at last you would understand.
There would be nothing more to say.

You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy;
And I should love you the more because I have mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me.

Maybeshewill - Not For Want Of Trying

Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work, or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be! We know things are bad - worse than bad - they're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

 

I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you've got to get mad. You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Astralia -Atlas-

Kapitan Korsakov ~ In The Shade Of The Sun

i dream i can't sleep  think i should leave  you can keep the fillings  in my teeth  there's no one to blame  cause this ain't a game  the disease and the cure  are one and the same  if i'm alive or i'm bored  if i'm dead or ignored  you'll be on my mind  i hope you'll agree  we didn't get wasted for free  cause if you believe  it's harder to see  the whole's the best part  of siamese hearts  forever in debt  forever disarmed  in the shade of the sun  we'll bloom till we're young  till i'm on your mind  cause  you look like summer  wouldn't dare  to survive you  and i can't stand any colour  i can black out  that's what we're used to  i dream i can't sleep  think i should leave  you can keep the fillings  in my teeth  there's no one to blame  cause this ain't a game  the disease and the cure  are one and the same  if i'm alive or i'm bored  if i'm dead or ignored  you'll be on my mind cause  you look like summer  wouldn't dare  to survive you  and i can't stand any colour  i can black out  that's what we're used to  cause  you look like summer  wouldn't dare  to survive you  and i can't stand any colour  i can black out  that's what we're used to  since i'm nowhere  i've never felt more out of place  i'll burn my tongue  till i forget your taste  and the future might bring  the most beautiful past  when tomorrow's sunk  into my world of glass  nearly hoped  nearly home

Da Souza

Francine Christophe

Yeonmi Park - Escaping from North Korea in search of freedom

Powerful, pretty......amazing!!!!

SYSTEM OF A DOWN - TOXICITY -

 Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub

Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts

VOTT

Des de la passió,
però sense foc: un crit obert;
por de no transcendir,
el temps, el nostre temps.

Figures grises que en multitud
s’abraonen al llindar del poder,
sense passió i des d’ella.

Truc, filigrana, crossa de la voluntat;
paper en plàstic engabiat,
contingent de passió des de l’inici
del no res.

Penombra que cegues l’espai d’expressió,
amb la llum escassa
per assedegar la voluntat del ímpetu passional,
àvid del diàfan poder
amarat de solitud.

Jo.Pa (2015)

Surian Soosay

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LLE(XT)

La teva mirada i un esglai,
al cor batent del teu somriure.

Llum, bestia esgarriada….i jo
perdut en tu, cercant allò ocult
en el teu fascinant magnetisme.

Desig, mut, callat….flagel
de tu mateixa i del teu poder
que s’esvaeix dins del teu pensament
amb el moviment fi de totes les teves  
paraules…

arrossegades….

i arrossegat jo en el meu deliri de tornar
a endinsar-me en la fulla glacial
de la teva presència llunyana…..

on romans, tu, 

en un record immòbil i cap paraula,
res…..fascinat……envoltat
d’aquesta intensitat invertida
que no pot omplir el meu ésser petri,
aturat……

en la teva última imatge.

Jo.Pa (2015)

Reddy Aprianto

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Dóna-li al play, espera fins al minut 2:05 i comença a llegir el poema, mira la foto uns segons, tanca els ulls i espera fins al final de la cançó.

angoiXa, vinE i LLuira’T

Plaer desprès, aire
circulant plàcid…..
pensament absent,
descans necessari.

El cos falla de sobte…
por imminent que s’apodera,
de sobte….

Esgotament….
una mala elecció.

En el temps perdures, tu,
por….angoixa,
companya meva,
sense rival; poderosa ets
sota el teu control…
perpetu.

No abaixis la guàrdia amiga meva!!!!

No és la meva voluntat…..
ara ets tu l’esgotada,
i és en la teva debilitat,
on creix una nova angoixa.  

Angoixa de vida…..

Angoixa temporal!!!
Efímera tu,
Finit jo,
Eterna ella!!

Només dorm……
Angoixa, vine i lliura’m!!!

Jo.Pa (2015)

Un gran riu de fang

Diversos glops és la vida, un sol glop és la mort.

SENTADO SOBRE LOS MUERTOS

 Assegut sobre els morts
que han emmudit des de fa dos mesos,
beso sabates buides
i empunyo rabiosament
la mà del cor
i l'ànima que el manté.

Que la meva veu pugi a les muntanyes
i baixi a la terra i retroni,
això vol la meva gola
des d'ara i des de sempre.

Apropa't al meu clam,
poble de la meva llet,
arbre que amb les teves arrels
encerclat em tens,
que sóc aquí per a estimar-te
i aquí estic per a defensar-te
amb la sang i amb la boca,
fidel com dos fusells.

Que la meva veu pugi a les muntanyes
i baixi a la terra i retroni,
això vol la meva gola
des d'ara i des de sempre.

Si he sortit de la terra,
si he nascut d'un ventre
dissortat i amb pobresa,
no ha sigut sinó per a fer-me
rossinyol de les desgràcies,
ressò de la mala sort,
i cantar i repetir
a qui ha d'escoltar-me
quan a penes, quan a pobres,
quan a terra em refereixi.

Encara que et faltin les armes,
poble de cent mil poders,
que no defalleixin els teus ossos,
castiga a qui et malfereix,
mentre et quedin punys,
ungles, saliva, i et quedin
entranyes, cor, budells,
motius de lluita i dents.

Fort com el vent fort,
lleu com l'aire lleu,
assassina a qui assassina,
avorreix a qui avorreix
la pau del teu cor
i el ventre de les sàvies dones rebels.
Que no et fereixin per l'esquena,
viu cara a cara i mor
amb el pit davant les bales,
ample com les parets.

Parlament M.H.

Canto amb la veu de dol,
poble de mi, pels teus herois:
les teves ànsies com les meves,
les teves desventures que tenen
del mateix mineral el plor,
les penes del mateix metall,
i de la mateixa fusta
el pensament i el front,
el teu cor i la meva sang,
el dolor i les ferides.

Avantmur del no-res
em sembla aquesta vida.
Sóc aquí per a viure
mentre l'ànima em soni,
i aquí estic per a morir,
quan m'arribi l'hora,
en les fonts del poble
des d'ara i des de sempre.

Diversos glops és la vida,
un sol glop és la mort.

Juntes farem nostra la nit

 Cançó de fer camí, de Maria Mercè Marçal

 Vols venir a la meva barca?

 —Hi ha violetes, a desdir! 

Anirem lluny sense recança

 d'allò que haurem deixat aquí. 

Anirem lluny sense recança

 —i serem dues, serem tres. 

Veniu, veniu, a la nostra barca,

 les veles altes, el cel obert.

 Hi haurà rems per a tots els braços

 —i serem quatre, serem cinc!—

 i els nostres ulls, estels esparsos,

 oblidaran tots els confins.

 Partim pel març amb la ventada,

 i amb núvols de cor trasbalsat.

 Sí, serem vint, serem quaranta,

 amb la lluna per estendard.

 Bruixes d'ahir, bruixes del dia,

 ens trobarem a plena mar.

 Arreu s'escamparà la vida

 com una dansa vegetal.

 Dins la pell de l'ona salada

 serem cinc-centes, serem mil.

 Perdrem el compte a la tombada.

 Juntes farem nostra la nit.

Un vídeo que musica el reconegut poema 'Cançó de fer camí' de la poetessa Maria Mercè Marçal i en el decurs del qual es poden veure dones anònimes al costat de referents internacionals de la lluita per la igualtat i de l'activisme feminista com ara Angela Davis, Simone Weil, Montserrat Roig, Simone de Beauvoir, la subcomandante Ramona de l'EZLN, Rachel Corrie, Neus Català, Emma Goldman les o les guerrillers kurdes de Kobane del YPJ.

La cançó està interpretada per les cantants Gemma Humet i Mireia Vives amb música d'Ovidi3. Els arranjaments han estat a cura de Borja Penalba i el vídeo s'ha enregistrat -sota llicència Creative Commons- íntegrament a València el passat mes de maig.

El vídeo ha anat a cura de Lorena Perales i Manuela Alandes.

Raw: French Jets Takeoff for Raqqa Airstrike

Míralos uno a uno.......piensa que se dirigen a tu barrio.....Si esta es la respuesta de los supuestamente más civilizados, la solución está lejos, muy lejos...... piensa, imagina que se dirigen a tu ciudad, uno tras otro, uno tras otro.... busca una foto de Raqqa para hacer el ejercicio de imaginación más realista.....imagina, busca, contrasta, piensa.........pero sobre todo no olvides nunca!!

Siento que esto no va de banderas, ni de países, ni de religiones.....va de opresión, de terror....de ricos y pobres, de poderosos sometiendo a inocentes.....de estrategias infames de justificación morbosa......esto va de personas, de clases, de categorías, de intereses, de mentiras e hipocresías.....banderas, países y religiones, velarán nuestra mirada, se enredarán en las pies de la razón............ para nada!!!!

 

Since the beginning of the conflict, Syrian children have been the  forgotten victims of the horrific war. Today, over 5 million children are in need of assistance, including over 1 million Syrian children who have sought refuge in neighboring countries. These children are at risk of becoming a "lost generation" and cannot be ignored. We must save Syria's children.

To feel safe again look over your shoulder...... very carefully, look over your shoulder.

Silversun Pickups - The Royal We (Official Music Video)  

We are ready for the siege,
we are armed up to the teeth
Be careful how you live and breathe,
release what's brewing underneath.

How many times do you wanna die?
How many ways do you wanna die?
To feel safe again look over your shoulder.
Very carefully, look over your shoulder.

We can laugh about it now,
we hope everything works out.
Be careful how you lick your wounds.
Believe the change is coming soon.

How many times do you wanna die?
How many ways do you wanna die?
To feel safe again look over your shoulder.
Very carefully, look over your shoulder.

You used to do a little, but a little won't fly.
Right before you hit your prime,
that's when we fell in love, but not the first time.

Can I please you still?
Renaming your father's will?
Or does it make you ill?
Let us bruise their knees.
We will aim straight for the feed.
You will be relieved...
So relieved, so relieved, turn on desire.

 Feel the sparks of our friendly fire.
Misery inspires.
Your throat has been cut several times before.
Never noticed the size of the flow,
it can't be ignored.

 To feel safe again look over your shoulder.
Carefully, look over your shoulder.
You said you believed it, but believing won't fly.
Right before you hit your prime,
that's when we fell in love, but not the first time.
And when it's all over, and you open your eyes,
to see the room turned on its side,
you'll be lying by a note on the floor signed:
The Royal We (x8)
Love, The Royal We

I'm waiting and fading and floating away....

Silversun Pickups - Panic Switch

Time
It's never worth my time
Blue shine
Bleeds into my eyes

I still
Sleep on the right side
Of the white noise
Can't leave the scene behind

Could I be anything you want me to be
Its always meant to be seen

[Chorus]

When you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped?
Will you step in line or release the glitch?
Can you fall asleep with a panic switch?

And when you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped?
Will you step in line or release the glitch?
Do you think she'll sleep with the panic...

Mm, I'll try
To hold on tight tonight
Pink slip
Inviting me inside
Wanna burn skin
And brand what once was mine
But the red views
Keep ripping the divide

If I go everywhere you want me to go
How will I know you'll still follow?

[Chorus]

I'm waiting and fading and floating away
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating

I'm waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading, waiting and fading

[Chorus]

Still the same 'ol decent lazy eye...straight through your gaze

Silversun Pickups - Lazy Eye

I've been waiting
i've been waiting for this moment all my life
but it's not quite right

in this 'real'
it's impossible if possible
at who's blind word
so clear but so unheard

i've been waiting
i've been waiting for the silence all night long
it's just a matter of time

to appear sad
with the same 'ol decent lazy eye
fixed to rest on you
so clear but so untrue

everyone's so intimately rearranged
everyone's so focused with such shine

everyone's so intimately rearranged
everyone's so focused with such shine

locked and loaded
still the same 'ol decent lazy eye
straight through your gaze
that's why i said I relate
i said we relate
it's so fun to relate

it's the room the sun and the sky
it's the room the sun and the sky

i've been waiting
i've been waiting for this moment...

I'm in this silence...you're raising towers...I'm walking over

 Bonobo – Towers

You were here for a while
You come to me to style
Try to make sense of this
By the time that I express
That I have felt hopeless
You had turned away from me

I'm in this silence
You're raising towers
I'm walking over
I'm in this, burning
For kindness searching
I'm walking over
I'm in this silence
You're raising towers
I'm walking over

You were gone days and nights
Empty spaces no light
Try to find in this
Looking at those times
So all the years you lie
So you hide away from me

I'm in this silence
You're raising towers
I'm walking over
I'm in this, burning
For kindness searching
I'm walking over
I'm in this silence

You're raising towers
I'm walking over

Songwriters: Green, Simon Charles / Cowan, Alexander / Mulcare, Szjerdene Seraya

Towers lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.