Автор слов: Гера Алексеев

Я видел войну до края земли,
Песок, поросший вереском, со следами собак,
И веткам лозы непременно нужен сок.
И нелегко найти тропу, за множеством широких дорог.

Бог придет, когда надежды нет,
Бог придет, когда печаль сестра,
Бог придет, быстрей, чем луч рассвета,
Бог придет, скажет: "Я люблю тебя".

В ночной тишине, есть непременно чья-то боль.
Прохожих глаза прячут страх, ищут покой.
Сомнения и гордость увели меня от колодца,
Но я помню вкус воды, что не земной водой зовётся.

Бог придет, когда надежды нет,
Бог придет, когда печаль сестра,
Бог придет, быстрей, чем луч рассвета,
Бог придет, скажет: "Я люблю тебя".

Director: Dougal Wilson

Friday. Black and white.

"… You were quite right in saying one would fain love with one’s heart and one’s bowels. I am thrilled with your ardour for life. To my mind, we ought to love life more than anything.”

“Love life rather than the meaning of life?”

“Yes. Love it before finding reasons why; without logic, as you said; that’s the only way to get at its meaning."

                                 The Brothers Karamazov. Fyodor Dostoevsky.

                                                                    Photos by Hedi Slimane

"I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."

                                                                   Franz Kafka, The Castle

Nadav Kander                                                                                         David Vasiljevic

Москва

Да! Тепеpь pешено. Без возвpата

Я покинул pодные поля.

Уж не будут листвою кpылатой

Hадо мною звенеть тополя.

Hизкий дом без меня ссутулится,

Cтаpый пес мой давно издох.

Hа московских изогнутых улицах

Помеpеть, знать, судил мне Бог.

Я люблю этот гоpод вязевый,

Пусть обpюзг он и пусть одpях.

Золотая дремотная Азия

Опочила на куполах.

А когда ночью светит месяц,

Когда светит... чеpт знает как!

Я иду, головою свесясь,

Переулком в знакомый кабак.

Шум и гам в этом логове жутком,

Но всю ночь напролет, до зари,

Я читаю стихи пpоституткам

И с бандитами жарю спирт.

Cеpдце бьется все чаще и чаще,

И уж я говорю невпопад:

"Я такой же, как вы, пропащий,

Мне теперь не уйти назад".

Низкий дом без меня ссутулится,

Cтаpый пес мой давно издох.

Hа московских изогнутых улицах

Умереть, знать, судил мне Бог.

С. Есенин

Love

Люди должны знать: в театре жизни только Богу и ангелам позволено быть зрителями. - Ф. Бэкон

"Предсмертное письмо Габриэля Гарсии Маркеса"

Проси у Господа мудрости и силы...

If for a moment God were to forget that I am a rag doll and granted me a piece of life, I probably wouldn't say everything that I think; rather, I would think about everything that I say.I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep less, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes, we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep, I would listen when others talk.
And how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
I would water roses with my tears, to feel the pain of their thorns and the red kiss of their petals... My God, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!
To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men ... I have learned that everyone wants to live at the top of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.

    Видеть у себя на лице усы - к переменам. Причем чем больше были усы в вашем сне, тем круче будут перемены.

My Heart Is Trying to Hug My Brain

Alexander McQueen: Pre-Fall 2010

Richard Mosse: Nomads

http://www.richardmosse.com/

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

                                                Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski

Fiery European Festivals

via http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/01/fiery_european_festivals.htm

Douglas Kirkland: Marilyn

"i'm so afraid because i am so profoundly happy. happiness like this is frightening. they only let you be this happy if they are preparing to take something from you." 

                         (the kite runner)

Gehard Demetz

Hedi Slimane

"death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above ones head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."

                                                  Sylvia Plath