Innat en tothom

Louise Bourgeois (1911-2010), Fugue, 2003.

«Això no obstant, és innat en tothom

que el sentiment empeny amunt i                                                [avant,

quan damunt nostre, en l’espai blau                                       [perduda,

l’alosa canta el seu cant delitós;

quan en l’altura abrupta dels avets

es desplega, suspesa en l’aire, l’àguila,

i sobre els llacs, damunt les planes,

la grua torna a casa seua.»

Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1749-1832), Faust. Traducció de Jaume Ortolà. Barcelona, Riurau Editors, 2009, vv. 1.092-1.099. (Primera part de la tragèdia)

El que hom no sap

Margaret Bourke-White, Vanitie, International Yacht Races, 1934.

«El que hom no sap precisament li cal

i allò que sap no ho pot usar.»

Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1749-1832), Faust. Traducció de Jaume Ortolà. Barcelona, Riurau Editors, 2009, vv. 1.066-1.067. (Primera part de la tragèdia)

She’s a Rainbow!

Dasha Astafieva.

She’s a Rainbow

She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
everywhere
She comes in colors

She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue?
See the sky in front of you
And her face is like a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors 

The Rolling Stones, Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967). Lletra i música: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards.

Cels

Frank Brangwyn (1867-19569, Study for “British Empire Panels”-The Guildhall-Swamsea (1925).

«Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.»

«Canvien de cel, no d’esperit, els que fugen a l’altra banda del mar.»

Horaci (65-8 aC), Epístoles [Epistulae] I, xi, v.27).

«Animum debes mutare, non caelum.»

«Has de canviar d’ànim, no de cel.»

Seneca (c. 4 aC-65), Lletres a Lucili [Epistulae morales ad Lucilium], III, xxviii, 1.

To the best in Christendom!

Stoya.

«Three bottles of port (for he drank no other sort of wine) were placed before us, with as many water glasses, which were immediately filled to the brim, after his example, by each out of his respective allowance, and emptied in a trice “to the best in Christendom”.»

«Dispusieron delante de nosotros tres botellas de Oporto (pues no bebía ninguna otra clase de vino) y otras tantas copas de agua, que de inmediato llenamos hasta el borde siguiendo su ejemplo y vaciamos de golpe “a la salud del mejor de toda la Cristiandad”¹.»

1. El brindis completo, muy popular en la época, rezaba «a la salud del mejor coño de toda la Cristiandad». (Nota del traductor)

Tobias Smollett (1721-1771), Las aventuras de Roderick Random [The Adventures of Roderick Random, 1748]. Edición y traducción de Miguel Ángel Pérez Pérez. Madrid: Cátedra, 2010, cap. LVI, p. 539.

Girl

Raoul Hausmann, Portrait of Vera Broido, c. 1933.

Girl

Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She’s the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry;
Still, you don’t regret a single day.
Ah girl! Girl!

She’s the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there, you feel a fool.
Didididi..
When you say she’s looking good
She acts as if it’s understood.
She’s cool, cool, cool, cool,
Girl! Girl! [Was she]

When I think of all the times I’ve tried to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry;
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her.
After all this times I don’t know why.
Ah, girl! Girl!

She’s the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there,
You feel a fool.
When you say she’s looking good, she acts as if it’s understood.
She’s cool, cool, cool, cool, Girl! Girl!

Was she told when she was young the pain
Would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn
His day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he’s dead?
Ah girl! Girl! Girl!

The Beatles/John Lennon, Rubber Soul(1965).

Criteris

Una dona amb passamuntanyes participa en una concentració en suport del grup de punk rus Pussy Riot a fora de l’ambaixada russa a Berlín. Fotografia: Markus Schreiber.

«El senyor Pagès tenia una condició que no sol pas ésser rara en el país: solia formar criteri d’una qüestió abans de fer el menor esforç per conèixer-la.»

Josep Pla (1897-1981), Nocturn de primavera (1953). Barcelona: Destino, 2006, p. 139.

Free Pussy Riot!

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, membre del grup Pussy Riot, condemnada a dos anys de presó a Moscou, exemple de la deriva dictatorial que està prenent Rússia. Free Pussy Riot!

Like a Rsolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you’d better take your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited (1965).

Memories

Sugimoto Hiroshi, Ionian Sea, Santa Cesarea (1990).

Memories Are Made of This

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy
Some grief, some joy

Memories are made of this

Don’t forget a small moonbeam
Fold in lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine
Two sips of wine

Memories are made of this

Then add the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for flavor
Stir carefully through the days

See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams you will savor

With his blessings from above
Serve it generously with love

One man, one wife
One love through life

Memories are made of this

Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr i Frank Miller, Memories Are Made of This (1955). 

Rainer Werner Fassbinder (dir.), Veronika Voss (1982). Rosel Zech interpreta Memories are made of this.

Paint It Black

Jayne Hartt. Model, Evie Coleman, 2011.

Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev’ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

The Rolling Stones, Aftermath (1966). Lletra i música: Mick Jagger & Keith Richards.