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Сентябрь 11, 2010
Июль 26, 2008
08:48 pm - «Luce Istantanea»
Музыка: Bach
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Октябрь 10, 2006
12:00 am - Anywhere Out Of the World by Ch.Boudeler.
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds;
one man would like to suffer in front of the stove,
and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not,
and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, my poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon?
It must be warm there, and there you would invigorate yourself like a lizard.
This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble
and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees.
There you have a landscape that corresponds to your taste!
a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement,
would you like to settle in Holland, that beautifying country?
Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image
you have so often admired in the art galleries.
What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts,
as ships moored at the foot of houses?'
My soul remains silent.
Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find,
amongst other things, the spirit of Europe married to tropical beauty.'
Not a word. Could my soul be dead?
'Is it that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness?
If so, let us flee to lands that are analogues of death.
I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio.
Let us go farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther still from life,
if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole. There the sun only grazes the earth obliquely,
and the slow alternation of light and darkness suppresses variety and increases monotony,
that half-nothingness. There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness,
while for our amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-colored rays
that are like the reflection of Hell's own fireworks!'
At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me:
'No matter where! No matter where! As long as it's out of the world!'
Музыка: DCD
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Июнь 3, 2006
05:55 am - Insanity is not always despair
Не выходи из комнаты; считай, что тебя продуло.
Что интересней на свете стены и стула?
Зачем выходить оттуда, куда вернешься вечером
таким же, каким ты был, тем более – изувеченным?
Не выходи из комнаты. Танцуй, поймав, боссанову
В пальто на голое тело, в туфлях на босу ногу.
В прихожей пахнет капустой и мазью лыжной.
Ты написал много букв; еще одна будет лишней.
Не выходи из комнаты. О, пускай только комната
Догадывается, как ты выглядишь. И вообще инкогнито
Эрго сум, как заметила форме в сердцах субстанция.
Не выходи из комнаты! На улице, чай, не Франция.
Не будь дураком! Будь тем, чем другие не были.
Не выходи из комнаты! То есть дай волю мебели,
Слейся лицом с обоями. Запрись и забаррикадируйся
Шкафом от хроноса, космоса, эроса, расы, вируса.(с)
Музыка: Aphex Twin/Blur
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