Sitting in the balcony beside eighty-something fresh blueberries, witnessing the almost-full moon changes its color from deep red into orange mixed with yellow…
… and I’m wondering why everyone is always so concerned about the Moon and never about Mars.
Never, ever.
S
“I tried to commit suicide one day. It was a very Woody Allen-type suicide. I turned on the gas and left all the windows open.”
Repeat “No. 4”
S
I once explored the space
above us; around us;
between us.
You then begged me
to be spontaneous
just like showers
in a blue sky.
What happened to you
when it came to “love”?
Lost?
Bastard.
S
Once upon a time
she allowed you to
interpret; not just
whispering the words
in your both ears.
She stole the past,
abandoned it to history,
left it to the nature of
lost memories and
the incomplete times.
Did you ever
sense her
by your side?
On an empty
chair beside
an isolated wall?
S
Did I read you correctly?
“War inspires people to create.”
question mark; exclamation (!)
Days and nights pass me by;
I let go of the thoughts of
broken windows; unwanted media.
Off I go, to steadiness
between the ordinary
and the fantastical.
I, too, am inspired.
S
Design a world of not just
words; a distinct one full
of bonfires, love makings,
golds and silvers;
solid silvers.
Have you ever fallen for
a thick brownish paper,
giving the warmest
hug to your morning
cup of tea?
S
“I get it now; I didn’t get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible and enjoying everything in between.”
Culture called out loud to me this past weekend…
Drama & Desire. Yes. I hit the AGO again and this time, with the sole mission of visiting “Drama & Desire: Artists and the Theatre”, an exhibition that had been part of my agenda for the last few weeks. As in any other warm mid-July day, the hours flowed by and instead of just me and my sister — a recent AGO member (wink) — going to see the new exhibit, we decided to guide our loved ones who were new to the gallery and to show them the new Gehry extension as well as the permanent collections. So, really, in the end, we had only thirty short minutes to see what we initially went there for, and it was hardly enough. It was truly unlike any other show for me, featuring artwork by some of the world’s greatest – my love, Degas – inspired by the theatre in England and France in the 19th century. We also missed the live performers on stage, which is apparently part of this whole show. Long story short, Drama & Desire remains open on my agenda — to be continued!
Inception. The beautiful artworks mentioned above was followed by the “Inception”, the latest movie by the great Mr. Nolan and starring Mr. D. and lovely Marion. Dreaming in a dream when another dream is also a dream in your old dream when the dream was not even a dream. Yes, it’s as confusing as it sounds and makes your mind explode to the point that after an hour, you still have no clue what is (was?) going on. A thought-provoking movie that warrants lots of debate and discussion post-viewing. I liked it. A lot.
I Am Love. Clearly this weekend, I decided to get inspired by theatres and distract myself from the unnecessary. So after only a few hours of sleep and more raw fish in the form of sushi, I found myself in the darkness of a cold room (again!), watching the lovely Italian movie “Io sono l’amore” starring the stunning Tilda Swinton, the epitome of cool acting and style. The storyline wasn’t anything new. “Partir” could easily be the French version of this not-an-everyday love story, which tries to stress the power of love to its audience.
All these activities were accompanied by sleep deprivation, and all the rest.
Yawn.
S
And I’m reaching the
end; the road
that is covered by
the words, the troubles,
and news about
them, you,
and us.
I externalize
your traits,
and explore the
real monster
in your fake
beauty.
I act beyond;
exaggerate your gaze,
control your reaction,
and I dream
my very own
dream in my
protection.
Then I take the
“right” way, where
Arête does not
give a dime;
does not even
exist.
And one day
near or far,
I will continue,
“Concrete”, this
ongoing project.
But for now,
I conclude:
Fin.
S