vendredi 31 juillet 2009
une petite fille admirable
Cela se passait en 1992. Cette fille sur la video doit à présent avoir 28 ou 29 ans.
En voyant son discours, je m'interroge vraiment de nouveau sur ma capacité à agir au quotidien.
mercredi 15 juillet 2009
Laura
“Je n’arrive pas à prendre les sorcières au sérieux, en tant que groupe. Ce sont les sorcières qui comptent. Les femmes ont une imagination si vive et mènent une vie si terne. Leur plaisir dans la vie est si vite passé, elles dépendent tellement des autres, et la dépendance devient si vite assommante. Lorsque je pense aux sorcières, je vois dans toute l’Angleterre et dans toute l’Europe, des femmes qui vivent et vieillissent, aussi nombreuses que des myrtilles et aussi ignorées. Et à mesure que le temps passe, elle s’enfoncent dans la grisaille, alors que justement s’il est une chose que les femmes détestent, c’est qu’on les trouve ternes. Il peu paraître mesquin de s’en plaindre mais ce genre de choses, c’est comme une fine poussière qui peu à peu s’installe.”
tiré de “Le Diable déguisé en belette” (The corner that held them) 1948
Sylvia Townsend Warner
mardi 10 mars 2009
Aguas de Marzo
samedi 20 décembre 2008
Solstice d'hiver
Découvrez Björk!
jeudi 20 novembre 2008
Mari Boine
où la chanteuse Saame parle de la reconquête de sa propre culture... en anglais
vendredi 10 octobre 2008
Pièces uniques Créations écologiques
Je vous invite à aller voir les belles créations textiles de Sheshanna, la fée recycleuse à l'aiguille magique
C'est par ici
Autrement dit, c'est par là : http://sheshanna.blogspot.com/
vendredi 26 septembre 2008
Foxe's eyes so funny...
Et demain soir en duo chant-piano au new morning ^^
dimanche 10 août 2008
Song to the siren * This mortal coil
Découvrez This Mortal Coil!
On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
vendredi 8 août 2008
mardi 22 juillet 2008
Princess coldheart
Découvrez Legendary Pink Dots!
de l'album Crushed velvet apocalypse
Paroles :
Princess Coldheart (transcribed by members of the cloud-zero mailing list - corrections welcomed.)
Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her
chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing...filed
in, failed, and so she killed them.
Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without
a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn't
move her.
In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs
and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves
'round tombs and rows of crosses.
Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some would
touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it;
one-by-one they died.
Others chanted poems...even showered her with strange expensive gifts.
She wouldn't read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to
rest.
In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombs
and rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves
'round tombs and rows of crosses.
Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight of
Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. He
snatched her hand and took her home.
Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She
even lets him kiss her breast.
In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves 'round tombs and
rows of crosses.... In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them,
decorate their room. It's touching.
It's touching, so touching. It's touching, so touching.
