Probably this is the most positive thing I've seen in this month.... or season..... or maybe year?
One thing I am sure of is that she would not reject the Nature's calls, like practically all people here do.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Positive
One thing I am sure of is that she would not reject the Nature's calls, like practically all people here do.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Сelebrating what?
Here are some pages on Wikipedia, some varying degrees of emotional feedback, stories about the holiday Vardevar, which is celebrated in Armenia in July, in the midst of the heat....
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
I've just seen a Face....
What a beautiful face I found on Portishead's website at Noche 1, Poble Espanyol, Barcelona page today ! Here, and also here. Or should I say here
and also here
Such faces should be seen, not just linked.
And she lives somewhere in this big big world and probably makes her friends and lovers happier every day. Who knows where she is from.... And while Barcelona was the place where these pictures were taken, this should not be considered as a ground to be sure that she actually lives in Barcelona. My Love also has such a picture with herself standing in the same place in front of the stage, taken one year ago by Portishead in Poznan, Poland, but she is not from Poznan, is she?
and also here
Such faces should be seen, not just linked.
And she lives somewhere in this big big world and probably makes her friends and lovers happier every day. Who knows where she is from.... And while Barcelona was the place where these pictures were taken, this should not be considered as a ground to be sure that she actually lives in Barcelona. My Love also has such a picture with herself standing in the same place in front of the stage, taken one year ago by Portishead in Poznan, Poland, but she is not from Poznan, is she?
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
A Definition
Fleeting seconds of pure faceless passion - this is when in the warm season of the year cars are passing under your balcony, and there on the seats you see a woman, whose face you do not see, which in fact does not matter at all. What really matters is exactly what you see: a line of her hands, smooth skin of her legs, knees open, marvellous shapes - and all this wakes up in you a naturally-clear sense of the healthy Desire, full of genuine passion, which depends on none of the national, racial, political, religious or any other convictions. You see it - and you want it. Not necessarily that you want the one who is sitting in the car, but you just want This. Sometimes it does not even possess, but simply to be co-participant with to This.
And this feeling lasts just a few seconds....
And this feeling lasts just a few seconds....
Monday, June 25, 2012
On Disasters and Catastrophes (Helpless tears are falling....)
I've heard about another disaster happened yesterday. Here, for example, one of the multiple articles found on the web.
He was thought to be about 100 years old, which is not a venerable age as far as tortoises are concerned.
"Sunday morning the park ranger in charge of looking after the tortoises found Lonesome George; his body was motionless," the head of the Galapagos National Park, Edwin Naula, told Reuters. "His life cycle came to an end."
Lonesome George weighed 88 kilograms and touted a 102 cm long shell. He was the last member of a species of giant tortoise from La Pinta – one of the smallest islands in the north of the Galapagos archipelago. Now the Pinta Island tortoise subspecies is officially extinct.
The Galapagos National park plans to carry out an autopsy to determine what may have killed the tortoise.
Up until 1971, the last reported sighting of a giant tortoise on Pinta Island had been in 1906. In 1971 a scientist studying snails on Pinta Island saw a solitary tortoise in the distance. However, it was not until 1972 that National Park wardens found Lonesome George on the island. From that point on he became a symbol of Ecuador's Galapagos Islands, which attracted some 180,000 visitors last year.
The tortoise was called "Lonesome George", a name that derived from being the only surviving specimen of his species, and "George," after the US actor George Goebel, who called himself "Lonesome George" in a TV program.
Many years later, Lonesome George was placed in a corral with female tortoises from Wolf Volcano on Isabela Island. The idea was that by placing these animals together, Lonesome George would pass along at least some of his genes into future generations. Despite laying eggs twice, they were all infertile.
Since then, zoos around the world have been offered a reward of $10,000 dollars for a Pinta Island tortoise female, but the reward has not been claimed.
The Galapagos National Park is now considering embalming George's body so that it can be displayed in the park.
Also, I learned today that rived dolphins existed some time ago....
The "rarest animal alive today", according to the Guinness
Book of World Records, has been found dead. The conservation icon named
Lonesome George passed away on Sunday of unknown causes, according to
the Galapagos National Park.
He was thought to be about 100 years old, which is not a venerable age as far as tortoises are concerned.
"Sunday morning the park ranger in charge of looking after the tortoises found Lonesome George; his body was motionless," the head of the Galapagos National Park, Edwin Naula, told Reuters. "His life cycle came to an end."
Lonesome George weighed 88 kilograms and touted a 102 cm long shell. He was the last member of a species of giant tortoise from La Pinta – one of the smallest islands in the north of the Galapagos archipelago. Now the Pinta Island tortoise subspecies is officially extinct.
The Galapagos National park plans to carry out an autopsy to determine what may have killed the tortoise.
Up until 1971, the last reported sighting of a giant tortoise on Pinta Island had been in 1906. In 1971 a scientist studying snails on Pinta Island saw a solitary tortoise in the distance. However, it was not until 1972 that National Park wardens found Lonesome George on the island. From that point on he became a symbol of Ecuador's Galapagos Islands, which attracted some 180,000 visitors last year.
The tortoise was called "Lonesome George", a name that derived from being the only surviving specimen of his species, and "George," after the US actor George Goebel, who called himself "Lonesome George" in a TV program.
Many years later, Lonesome George was placed in a corral with female tortoises from Wolf Volcano on Isabela Island. The idea was that by placing these animals together, Lonesome George would pass along at least some of his genes into future generations. Despite laying eggs twice, they were all infertile.
Since then, zoos around the world have been offered a reward of $10,000 dollars for a Pinta Island tortoise female, but the reward has not been claimed.
The Galapagos National Park is now considering embalming George's body so that it can be displayed in the park.
Also, I learned today that rived dolphins existed some time ago....
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
The lyrics that were rejected (or maybe they weren't?)
Once again, I was asked by a friend to help him with writing lyrics for his songs. Once again I went through the pictures and images that are not of my style and not of my interest, but I should be paid for that. "OK, what to do. Give me the direction so I can start", I said. So in a couple of hours total the first song was finalized. The lyrics should be provided for a young female singer in the USA, so we looked through my text together, and lots of words and lines have been changed (EVEN MORE simplified, dulled and dumbed, I would say) in order to "sound accordingly", i.e. if a line ends with "day", the next one MUST end with anything that also ends with -ay; or if the voice on the demo record I based upon sings "nai-nou-lai-nou-nai-nou-baby-yeah-nai-nou" the final version MUST read "I know, I know, I know, baby yes, I know". The whole concept/idea/attitude/subject/implementation/working style look 180-degree opposite to my understanding of writing songs, but why should I say "no" if I am promised to be paid (in the times when it is needed very much)? So I said "OK, let's do it!"
Once I was trying to get some material result doing the same kind of stuff, following the same "production flow", guided by the same person and according to the same principles. In the end (when that song was actually wrote), I was told "No, the customer didn't like it", and I forgot about that.... Now I understand that I shouldn't. The same scenario worked for this time as well, so before sending the lyrics for the second song I asked "Are you sure, and can you guarantee that this time it will work fine?" and I was told "The customers are the people I respected the most and any kind of fail is impossible!", I kept in mind that I MUST be ready for the unsuccessful result. And this was the only thing in this whole story that I had clear idea about!
"The lyrics are wonderful, they said, but unfortunately the songs are written not by an American young girl, hence they don't reflect a US-teenager point of view; we need to write our own lyrics, sorry...." This is what I was told by my friend today. I asked "and what about the music? Did they reject it as well?" I knew he would say "No, they're fine with the music."
Was I fooled? Maybe. For the second time? Maybe. Wanna more? Surely not! :-)
And the lyrics? Oh, since they are "rejected" (and since they are actually weak) I am throwing them off.... in the cyberspace (the original versions, of course).
The Way I Go
The summer night has gently fallen down
The people there are waiting – it is Now
The stage before me is calling and I go
I’ve been waiting for so long
The lights are shining brightly over me
The faces are looking gently right at me
I am looking forward and I sing
To the Magic that I bring
And it changes night to day
And my fears run away
All the troubles disappear and I feel so strong
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
I remember clearly when I was a child
I was told “that’s silly, don’t make a try”
But my heart kept singing, so I tried.
I’ve been trying for so long.
So I will remember this magic night
And how this magic feeling made me fly
The key to all my troubles is my Song
‘cause the Magic that it brings
Will surely change my nights to days
And will wipe my tears away
And will make my troubles look so tiny in my way
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
In our weakest moments we lose our minds
Thinking none can help us – and crack inside
Truth is that we still can rise again
Just believe in Magic that happens every day
And it will change your nights to days
And will chase your fears away
And will make you happy and we will celebrate
I truly hope this magic can do same to all
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
Hope you understand
I can see from my open window how
Fast the life rolls
People ‘round me dance to the rhythm of life
That’s how it goes.
But I’ll tell you what I think
I hope you’ll understand
Just look at the picture in my mind.
On the way I go all this fuss will just
Pass me by
Up above my head birds will fly in blue
Dome of the sky
Life is not just money bringing
I hope you understand
But if not then please just take my hand.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself, we must try
Support each other’s life.
Why we think of fright in the dead of night
And not of love?
Why destroy what has proved to be so right
And not wrong?
It’s so hard to explain my feelings
I hope you’ll understand
And I want to tell it with my heart.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
This feeling lets us learn
About things we don’t know
About what we will meet on the way we’ll go.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
Once I was trying to get some material result doing the same kind of stuff, following the same "production flow", guided by the same person and according to the same principles. In the end (when that song was actually wrote), I was told "No, the customer didn't like it", and I forgot about that.... Now I understand that I shouldn't. The same scenario worked for this time as well, so before sending the lyrics for the second song I asked "Are you sure, and can you guarantee that this time it will work fine?" and I was told "The customers are the people I respected the most and any kind of fail is impossible!", I kept in mind that I MUST be ready for the unsuccessful result. And this was the only thing in this whole story that I had clear idea about!
"The lyrics are wonderful, they said, but unfortunately the songs are written not by an American young girl, hence they don't reflect a US-teenager point of view; we need to write our own lyrics, sorry...." This is what I was told by my friend today. I asked "and what about the music? Did they reject it as well?" I knew he would say "No, they're fine with the music."
Was I fooled? Maybe. For the second time? Maybe. Wanna more? Surely not! :-)
And the lyrics? Oh, since they are "rejected" (and since they are actually weak) I am throwing them off.... in the cyberspace (the original versions, of course).
The Way I Go
The summer night has gently fallen down
The people there are waiting – it is Now
The stage before me is calling and I go
I’ve been waiting for so long
The lights are shining brightly over me
The faces are looking gently right at me
I am looking forward and I sing
To the Magic that I bring
And it changes night to day
And my fears run away
All the troubles disappear and I feel so strong
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
I remember clearly when I was a child
I was told “that’s silly, don’t make a try”
But my heart kept singing, so I tried.
I’ve been trying for so long.
So I will remember this magic night
And how this magic feeling made me fly
The key to all my troubles is my Song
‘cause the Magic that it brings
Will surely change my nights to days
And will wipe my tears away
And will make my troubles look so tiny in my way
I truly hope this magic can do same to you
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
In our weakest moments we lose our minds
Thinking none can help us – and crack inside
Truth is that we still can rise again
Just believe in Magic that happens every day
And it will change your nights to days
And will chase your fears away
And will make you happy and we will celebrate
I truly hope this magic can do same to all
With all my heart I believe this can’t be wrong
That’s the way I go
Hope you understand
I can see from my open window how
Fast the life rolls
People ‘round me dance to the rhythm of life
That’s how it goes.
But I’ll tell you what I think
I hope you’ll understand
Just look at the picture in my mind.
On the way I go all this fuss will just
Pass me by
Up above my head birds will fly in blue
Dome of the sky
Life is not just money bringing
I hope you understand
But if not then please just take my hand.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself, we must try
Support each other’s life.
Why we think of fright in the dead of night
And not of love?
Why destroy what has proved to be so right
And not wrong?
It’s so hard to explain my feelings
I hope you’ll understand
And I want to tell it with my heart.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
This feeling lets us learn
About things we don’t know
About what we will meet on the way we’ll go.
And we’ll walk outside
And through day and night
Will try to make things right.
Nothing changes by
itself we must try
Support each other’s life.
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