tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79614192876433625592024-03-06T00:47:32.509-08:00A Skraeling in GeatlandA blog created for a purpose yet unknown.Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-35144936725922575362012-01-14T09:53:00.000-08:002012-02-02T09:02:25.461-08:00Это всё<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBZeKNEeUzKC6WIc4PGAtK5KNPVAti9vyUiyoJ9FmdJCUoP3yBVi8KFw1qYq9ue7yQG3jNSyxPqLCp4OWmgYYHhBhuC4xAvayPND__Fy62uwev9RbpcIf_2v0NhnItZETu2xKf65Jj0M/s1600/Ubu_Roi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 313px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697617889732349826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBZeKNEeUzKC6WIc4PGAtK5KNPVAti9vyUiyoJ9FmdJCUoP3yBVi8KFw1qYq9ue7yQG3jNSyxPqLCp4OWmgYYHhBhuC4xAvayPND__Fy62uwev9RbpcIf_2v0NhnItZETu2xKf65Jj0M/s400/Ubu_Roi.jpg" /></a><br /><div>До свидания, друг, и прощай.</div><div><br /></div><div>ДДТ (1994)</div><div><br /></div><div align="center">___________________</div><div> </div><div>"... <a name="00">And if one day you should see me in the crowd<br />Lend a hand and lift me<br />To your place in the cloud</a>."</div><div> -------</div><div>Nick Drake (1969)</div><div><em>'Cello Song</em></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-14656688782675789462012-01-04T09:09:00.000-08:002012-01-04T09:12:11.468-08:00«La musique dit tout ce que l'âme rêve et pressent de plus mystérieux et de plus élevé. C'est la manifestation d'un ordre d'idées et de sentiments supérieurs à ce que la parole humaine pourrait exprimer.»<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Consuelo</span><br />[ch. LI]<br />par George Sand (1856)Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-63904817039944826552011-12-21T06:43:00.000-08:002011-12-21T07:28:32.303-08:00George Sand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgfMMERwMUT9N12DQFguXoR-Jw1IQl6T35zFj5JP9UXGGq9rWfqz-NpYgH7aD6VE84jHHJZK-yFkAujE8ePKueQLhTFweqWiB9lsnAgDwaAO9hLr82HupFciwI9MF4xYk7kTVI9Y1aQw/s1600/GeorgeSand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgfMMERwMUT9N12DQFguXoR-Jw1IQl6T35zFj5JP9UXGGq9rWfqz-NpYgH7aD6VE84jHHJZK-yFkAujE8ePKueQLhTFweqWiB9lsnAgDwaAO9hLr82HupFciwI9MF4xYk7kTVI9Y1aQw/s400/GeorgeSand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688594984240591970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCiw1uJYg137XK8VyGP0-xiM-WvUTQgPSQISeX0IZZhyphenhyphenxNwfJQgTtQIHggdFrS4wtWKSQd458CTBMN5pPoSTBrQD0KYFlz2hWXg-M7X-Jm-ae6PhxO0nnemgqESJDMm4RkoBchmHEtsM/s1600/sand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCiw1uJYg137XK8VyGP0-xiM-WvUTQgPSQISeX0IZZhyphenhyphenxNwfJQgTtQIHggdFrS4wtWKSQd458CTBMN5pPoSTBrQD0KYFlz2hWXg-M7X-Jm-ae6PhxO0nnemgqESJDMm4RkoBchmHEtsM/s400/sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688594532894507778" border="0" /></a><br />Amantine Aurore Lucile Dupin, née à Paris (anciennement au n° 15 de la rue Meslay, au 46 actuellement, 3e arrondissement) le 1er juillet 1804 et morte à Nohant le 8 juin 1876<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...................<br /></div><br />« ... les apôtres sont en route ; ils vont par divers chemins et par petites troupes.»<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...................<br /></div><br />« ... Nous périrons, nous sommes des hommes; mais les idées ne meurent pas, et celle que nous avons jetée dans le monde nous survivra.»<br /><br />Lettres d'un voyageur<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> (1857)<br />VIII. Le princeSkraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-82446897314684425062011-12-15T20:44:00.000-08:002011-12-15T20:49:58.988-08:00Pont-Saint-Esprit, 1951<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZomNB5HowpGrp90njrBfNXt6iCWqhBAwtkeyhFtc_Zv79a6VyC2Htbz4hgKgeZv6NtDhzJnP7CIbOy3d-F4si153sTVDgf-qLmgtOrSMRbLXDoikQopo5FNWhsdkQW3FwowRz3Zux5Ss/s1600/p-s-e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZomNB5HowpGrp90njrBfNXt6iCWqhBAwtkeyhFtc_Zv79a6VyC2Htbz4hgKgeZv6NtDhzJnP7CIbOy3d-F4si153sTVDgf-qLmgtOrSMRbLXDoikQopo5FNWhsdkQW3FwowRz3Zux5Ss/s400/p-s-e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686583229444290850" /></a>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-59774492449008228842011-11-28T08:28:00.001-08:002011-11-28T08:31:03.951-08:00Thanksgiving 1965<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VPlWxryVt3nChTPSiBg6MJ9FFncT_LfUErgeitlH61PJQyXeKWsMkUCKigYyjqQmhhX2UPVw2mhljLHYeolIhyVuhnAsiJRZGFlB3UJ8lkYMuOCForcoFcQXWrvUOVY_3CQesF-HfIg/s1600/arlo-a-table.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VPlWxryVt3nChTPSiBg6MJ9FFncT_LfUErgeitlH61PJQyXeKWsMkUCKigYyjqQmhhX2UPVw2mhljLHYeolIhyVuhnAsiJRZGFlB3UJ8lkYMuOCForcoFcQXWrvUOVY_3CQesF-HfIg/s400/arlo-a-table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680084397675451282" /></a>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-47653287653086996042011-11-11T11:32:00.000-08:002011-11-11T12:08:14.577-08:00Lyke Wake DirgeThis ae nighte, this ae nighte,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />When thou from hence away art past,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />Sit thee down and put them on;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />From Whinny-muir whence thou may'st pass,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />If ever thou gav'st silver and gold,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />At t' Brig o' Dread thou'lt find foothold,<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />But if silver and gold thou never gav'st nane,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />Down thou tumblest to Hell flame,<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass, <br />Every nighte and alle,<br />To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />If ever thou gav'st meat or drink,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />The fire sall never make thee shrink;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;<br />And Christe receive thy saule.<br /><br />This ae nighte, this ae nighte,<br />Every nighte and alle,<br />Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,<br />And Christe receive thy saule.Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-14323891723639022892011-11-09T09:29:00.000-08:002011-11-11T10:53:10.950-08:00Leningrad Cowboys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82cGgNQ8dngvkRlHLOy1KIuUtm7a4dp7bIZJ11ass3H6viTcq9Fn_2gAvtpc_6z57wx-L29Mo-FQ-iHS1kaK3sV4UiOlXcMDPG6Z22QJ7l-nQrAjR8fWZmRoLwTCqeqFxgKMFVtOgxPU/s1600/Cowboys-at-the-Diner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82cGgNQ8dngvkRlHLOy1KIuUtm7a4dp7bIZJ11ass3H6viTcq9Fn_2gAvtpc_6z57wx-L29Mo-FQ-iHS1kaK3sV4UiOlXcMDPG6Z22QJ7l-nQrAjR8fWZmRoLwTCqeqFxgKMFVtOgxPU/s400/Cowboys-at-the-Diner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673050308227737026" /></a><br><br>All the storms in winter and the birds in spring again<br><br />I do not count the timeSkraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-6088566396740106822011-11-05T08:28:00.000-07:002011-11-05T14:46:08.262-07:00A penny for the Old Guy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q1sQW0Nf9QWF0C5-chNB2uakoblnckUNu2gTVdwqwD4zTgT8c8cm2Pe2mvj-bl-U6Vwl1OqcDow7D3hzrxWuOuZgwNtdk_8c0EMSr94kP9EUQhKIjvHR821GmphsESRAmCUN_I03Sxs/s1600/fawkes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2q1sQW0Nf9QWF0C5-chNB2uakoblnckUNu2gTVdwqwD4zTgT8c8cm2Pe2mvj-bl-U6Vwl1OqcDow7D3hzrxWuOuZgwNtdk_8c0EMSr94kP9EUQhKIjvHR821GmphsESRAmCUN_I03Sxs/s400/fawkes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671584650209928290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjczRBzbNjhc4g_u_aU7TqvmKcWwenUk8B_S7tuZzbPVJVikqsNJOd7jzHbj1IH29XZfpCdiwd_cEzeVCsfjG_tEbc92kRKExChViZvwkIcRO89pUFbHtz8B6_EqvcnyNOC16b2F2lbGxc/s1600/fawkes.jpg"><br /></a><br />"... the only man ever to enter Parliament with honest intentions."Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-74342645421381714022011-10-24T17:27:00.000-07:002011-10-25T11:07:53.170-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeJ6IPnWGILSqQgzGOMcVYx__R64s-X9mtj-jcwl2Iuvgvuxhl3XeLJIjW_EAOSq7OZNMkjEDDJPpenMKzT-xW90CNHOzZ9-xjIDCx94s_w6QzuVT54G7fQYTm561SZTgdFu-m7l_WCU/s1600/imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeJ6IPnWGILSqQgzGOMcVYx__R64s-X9mtj-jcwl2Iuvgvuxhl3XeLJIjW_EAOSq7OZNMkjEDDJPpenMKzT-xW90CNHOzZ9-xjIDCx94s_w6QzuVT54G7fQYTm561SZTgdFu-m7l_WCU/s400/imaginarium-of-doctor-parnassus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667493089628640562" /></a><br />"... you know, I gave it all up for the stage."<div><br /></div><div>Tom Waits</div><div><i>Pay Me</i></div><div>from <b>Bad As Me</b> (2011)</div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-89438214480406616102011-10-06T07:57:00.000-07:002011-10-06T08:00:43.412-07:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Occupy your own heart; the soul of the world longs for your companionship."</span></span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Phil Rockstroh<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "></span></span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Occupying the Heart of the Beast<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">, October 5, 2011</span></span></span></span></span></h6>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-63356228015658559222011-09-27T11:55:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:28:18.855-07:00<div><br /></div><div>_______________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair ..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Tom Waits</div><div><i>Tango 'Til They're Sore</i></div><div>from <b>Rain Dogs</b> 1985</div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-34631841888915681392011-09-23T09:12:00.000-07:002011-09-23T11:32:47.906-07:00... truth is molten ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqwFDhmEH81NZXa7jxGTtOQu_ez2IeaCqxBaZ1RvFnDlPafbjLIMwV-uWqwfCTfvNDrffxvdOtz9ef3X02_8n_IIDRuL9xAigPnV4YFe4p_aZm1CxOdVPZo-DAzkr5aHcue3iap10MPw/s1600/one.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqwFDhmEH81NZXa7jxGTtOQu_ez2IeaCqxBaZ1RvFnDlPafbjLIMwV-uWqwfCTfvNDrffxvdOtz9ef3X02_8n_IIDRuL9xAigPnV4YFe4p_aZm1CxOdVPZo-DAzkr5aHcue3iap10MPw/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655624771296633970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBn_i38LcK0WPWbWfAZQX7Ba0WdDhtRe702xKKA4DfPBBhLaDv5zgcieFNhg5Td5dqrtJyA7IRNC-dZMm4V3xx-OlDxs-niO41tfwuhwv3LuwIooQYYE4Qom0kt6OTUP5PhlicN_fIGc/s1600/two.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBn_i38LcK0WPWbWfAZQX7Ba0WdDhtRe702xKKA4DfPBBhLaDv5zgcieFNhg5Td5dqrtJyA7IRNC-dZMm4V3xx-OlDxs-niO41tfwuhwv3LuwIooQYYE4Qom0kt6OTUP5PhlicN_fIGc/s400/two.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655624686177013794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8062VitcauBYNuX4P3oBWkKpDjCTK1VUHP6EqF8llVeiCHRh3a0cR-PrRbn-eM4XcOx9wZzR4qlEQqhGohQza3tZWbIHNhEwSMN0cEKetXa3pUhc3wV1QHCJdshyEDiqzEfghc7C_MD8/s1600/three.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8062VitcauBYNuX4P3oBWkKpDjCTK1VUHP6EqF8llVeiCHRh3a0cR-PrRbn-eM4XcOx9wZzR4qlEQqhGohQza3tZWbIHNhEwSMN0cEKetXa3pUhc3wV1QHCJdshyEDiqzEfghc7C_MD8/s400/three.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655624576264571298" /></a><br />... sorrow more distant than a star.Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-35225844196817210022011-09-22T13:12:00.000-07:002011-09-22T14:04:40.434-07:00Puerta del Sol, Madrid and NYC General Assemblies<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLkW-ujiNDE1CMDNmvYTwx4uH_s3Al3UNhraHjRoRd4WvX5OU7H0f4ZKapaoFstrPs_TUUwMU8ChKjyKTh2UexfgbWt71HFnejD42A1llwwTLIst3m-N4WshPv7SHur9jWngt7T6MwUA/s1600/15-M-Mvmt_27May2011_puerta-del-sol_madrid.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLkW-ujiNDE1CMDNmvYTwx4uH_s3Al3UNhraHjRoRd4WvX5OU7H0f4ZKapaoFstrPs_TUUwMU8ChKjyKTh2UexfgbWt71HFnejD42A1llwwTLIst3m-N4WshPv7SHur9jWngt7T6MwUA/s400/15-M-Mvmt_27May2011_puerta-del-sol_madrid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655290851120191218" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLkW-ujiNDE1CMDNmvYTwx4uH_s3Al3UNhraHjRoRd4WvX5OU7H0f4ZKapaoFstrPs_TUUwMU8ChKjyKTh2UexfgbWt71HFnejD42A1llwwTLIst3m-N4WshPv7SHur9jWngt7T6MwUA/s1600/15-M-Mvmt_27May2011_puerta-del-sol_madrid.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQDhesJh30lqYZ7TicRUfDxWolrvMIl_oDMV5pbv1pSFPViz27Dslm-V0Se54iizVBurUXEpI5Pwokw9q070Dfpdld5fYyinFpDuRcPIiPa3-4ciEJbfwiwQKokh-EMUWis6qaVndjdM/s400/General_Assembly_NYC_18Sept2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655291565803584674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px; " /></span></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;">___________________</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jg7Dg6hiXLTZtouAZSbaikFhGQK3RKTxL3ZcpJOMPE9LmcxUuhURhA70H_QSDE-y16ohBD75UbQ5HcFQE24HvaeiQArTrWPb9bKRUYZJvfCQMVEfeB2LvT3djqJz-YQ3-AXTyLphfcQ/s1600/too-big-to-fail_NYC_17Sept2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Jg7Dg6hiXLTZtouAZSbaikFhGQK3RKTxL3ZcpJOMPE9LmcxUuhURhA70H_QSDE-y16ohBD75UbQ5HcFQE24HvaeiQArTrWPb9bKRUYZJvfCQMVEfeB2LvT3djqJz-YQ3-AXTyLphfcQ/s400/too-big-to-fail_NYC_17Sept2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655283169936777938" /></a><br /><div>"We have a space to be together and share our worryings and share our ideas [about] what can we do to try to change the world, and the first thing is to change ourselves."</div><div><br /></div><div>Monica Lopez</div><div>21-September-2011</div><div>representative from Spain's 15-May Movement to NYC General Assembly</div><div>Liberty Square, NYC interview </div></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-62297025444470605252011-09-20T09:22:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:24:27.167-07:00Their red songs rise around us like flamingos.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7N66qxYLuRMrQyyQjzGQw_TbRFB7mrKaDYBhfeyCa34GmRTLrsmuyMKyfmhqWVVC0ON_EOtdMpcWCeuwHZsmKcsgOm0ZfVqV34O_SqTEYPIyeHP9TD8XTcf-w2u6l-QH2ddEXrqTg79s/s1600/drapeau_rouge_NYC_17Sept2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7N66qxYLuRMrQyyQjzGQw_TbRFB7mrKaDYBhfeyCa34GmRTLrsmuyMKyfmhqWVVC0ON_EOtdMpcWCeuwHZsmKcsgOm0ZfVqV34O_SqTEYPIyeHP9TD8XTcf-w2u6l-QH2ddEXrqTg79s/s400/drapeau_rouge_NYC_17Sept2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654478325051951954" /></a>New York City, 17-September-2011Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-7583565040726558792011-09-16T09:26:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:20:40.751-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdoCWPRiSDjV92-XehIVKLHElQgJdioEXRpHuRt1x8GKkc7AyVtpLYdf5qW3UpKBxKRDP5h4M2tKbnuLHaVhszAqSsW_1jqoYq7rq3t_1OYyCRnnVOqZM6dAA5Hx94T5m-HH4OFrnRsI/s1600/Maier_selfportrait.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdoCWPRiSDjV92-XehIVKLHElQgJdioEXRpHuRt1x8GKkc7AyVtpLYdf5qW3UpKBxKRDP5h4M2tKbnuLHaVhszAqSsW_1jqoYq7rq3t_1OYyCRnnVOqZM6dAA5Hx94T5m-HH4OFrnRsI/s400/Maier_selfportrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654477484691043122" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJRYW18swvwWEE56I3md9mBAP0bujtw5LGBFfcUSeRkuNylgfngDR-jpKslCfuXpdC2W7BhF98oX7s1lfopmOlo8hX7bCzqHieew9V2w3_kIofHKgrXsMplZ7-BoHAARGLKJ_GMu93MA/s1600/Vivien_Maier_1955.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJRYW18swvwWEE56I3md9mBAP0bujtw5LGBFfcUSeRkuNylgfngDR-jpKslCfuXpdC2W7BhF98oX7s1lfopmOlo8hX7bCzqHieew9V2w3_kIofHKgrXsMplZ7-BoHAARGLKJ_GMu93MA/s400/Vivien_Maier_1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652994729278503826" /></a><div><br /></div><div>We have to make room for other people. It's a wheel. You get on; you have to go to the end. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Vivian Maier</div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-60720952798139388302011-09-14T13:11:00.000-07:002011-09-23T13:08:26.537-07:00... And so they sing one thing and mean another. ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfnXIQyrXbTKdEIFMBw_6N4hPGtnBHh-zvir6SZzLJh8Gq_b1-i-HJEkDGvojojl20EJwcfybfFdesm-HVUhFmA8odWvtd-ANgx9MmEV5kawzE7j_aYcZXR0CLxxtwz5N8g_fq6A9XfY/s1600/Miroslava_Safr%25C3%25A1nkov%25C3%25A1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1LK-9kl4IBbOJFfScWUsM2ZB6oUGJGkMSj5sIw8T3EgL2vftvlYeD1BXfJKhdN319N1TeBk4HqAqjRLJsJn5w9WS8Eua3n55sxPxPzt_4qK87rtEeuGgVB65T8ihfuuXw5s37RiGytY/s1600/darger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1LK-9kl4IBbOJFfScWUsM2ZB6oUGJGkMSj5sIw8T3EgL2vftvlYeD1BXfJKhdN319N1TeBk4HqAqjRLJsJn5w9WS8Eua3n55sxPxPzt_4qK87rtEeuGgVB65T8ihfuuXw5s37RiGytY/s400/darger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652318623367974530" border="0" /></a>... to make our Angelinia a free and peaceful land again ...<br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________</div><div><br /></div>And you sang, "Sail to me<br />Sail to me, let me enfold you"<br />Here I am, here I am<br />Waiting to hold you.<div><br /></div><div>Tim Buckley and Larry Beckett</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Song to the Siren </span><br /></div><div>1968</div><div><br /></div><div>[covered by </div><div>This Mortal Coil</div><div>1983]<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; ">__________________________</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />A blue muscle from the moon<br />pulls our ship toward a sheaf of rock<br />where they lie. They are as naked<br />as scissors and sing with the same<br />promise of release. Their red songs<br />rise around us like flamingos. ...<br /><br />Mekeel McBride<br />from <span style="font-style: italic;">Odysseus and the Sirens</span><br />1979</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">__________________________</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfnXIQyrXbTKdEIFMBw_6N4hPGtnBHh-zvir6SZzLJh8Gq_b1-i-HJEkDGvojojl20EJwcfybfFdesm-HVUhFmA8odWvtd-ANgx9MmEV5kawzE7j_aYcZXR0CLxxtwz5N8g_fq6A9XfY/s400/Miroslava_Safr%25C3%25A1nkov%25C3%25A1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655649002056032050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: center; ">Miroslava Safránková<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div><span class="st"><em>Malá mořská víla</em></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">(1976, dir </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Kachyna)</span></span></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-11155260169213323822011-09-10T09:08:00.000-07:002011-09-10T09:40:55.523-07:00"... Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift."<div><br />"... and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime."</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dMcvFtPX-_AEz2Nz8sI59kxfIdsmnazIxiQcwUjiW5cQa7qMZZLwzKku1sxtJAbltWTow-R9GnQrjN5qFV6axPNg4EvOqMpYSSzjtuDO-u-DOPXrqeuGV4bmnogA2PeSMhUvBt8BN3k/s1600/anne_sexton_1967.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dMcvFtPX-_AEz2Nz8sI59kxfIdsmnazIxiQcwUjiW5cQa7qMZZLwzKku1sxtJAbltWTow-R9GnQrjN5qFV6axPNg4EvOqMpYSSzjtuDO-u-DOPXrqeuGV4bmnogA2PeSMhUvBt8BN3k/s400/anne_sexton_1967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650768140122654050" /></a><br />Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928, Newton, Massachusetts – October 4, 1974, Weston, Massachusetts)<div style="text-align: center;">_________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>"... Riding the waves on the sea."</div><div>Peter Gabriel</div><div><i>Mercy Street</i></div><div>from <i>So</i> (1986)</div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-55044754230420710832011-09-07T14:14:00.000-07:002011-09-07T14:30:04.559-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJRA23f56nwmriTLWvfXh4e1jLEr9Q-fJ5umYVrRzpHwh6RocasScbR9YLDccrDvDKdF4MxB-WHJBgjpTqo6ev9T29WwUhvhIeV-4WoGXZ28EJf24WWHiDwVbVdhA8FUvWXgaTN0vXas/s1600/savio.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJRA23f56nwmriTLWvfXh4e1jLEr9Q-fJ5umYVrRzpHwh6RocasScbR9YLDccrDvDKdF4MxB-WHJBgjpTqo6ev9T29WwUhvhIeV-4WoGXZ28EJf24WWHiDwVbVdhA8FUvWXgaTN0vXas/s400/savio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649733106389484786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious—makes you so sick at heart—that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all."<div><br /></div><div>Mario Savio</div><div>University of California, Berkeley</div><div>Sproul Hall Steps</div><div>December 2, 1964</div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-52846049003438377322011-09-06T12:05:00.000-07:002011-09-06T12:13:21.159-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzLdI4f1nisGhUj4anTKS8rJLl3XlXf5__eUxhVgivrw0fp7LOMr1otNfV1Tar0W3Ei2RFT2IC8COHHPGKHziQ78DsPS-buEMewkuIrM4uS9nv_eya-TjfuzKj-h3n86a7oGKe72iMxE/s1600/AProposDeNice-JeanVigo1930.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJzLdI4f1nisGhUj4anTKS8rJLl3XlXf5__eUxhVgivrw0fp7LOMr1otNfV1Tar0W3Ei2RFT2IC8COHHPGKHziQ78DsPS-buEMewkuIrM4uS9nv_eya-TjfuzKj-h3n86a7oGKe72iMxE/s400/AProposDeNice-JeanVigo1930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649325986069087602" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>À propos de Nice</i> (dir Jean Vigo, 1930)</div><div><span ><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >____________________________</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div>And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why<br />So tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!<br />Let's have a parade<br />It's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade!</span><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >A Silver Mt Zion</span></div><div><span ><i>Built then burnt (hurrah! hurrah!)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >from <i><b>Born into Trouble as the Sparks Fly Upward</b></i>, 2001</span></div></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-20036520656187033932011-09-02T07:59:00.000-07:002011-09-02T08:07:07.640-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:arial;"><div>« Auch zu lieben ist gut: denn Liebe ist schwer. Liebhaben von Mensch zu Mensch: das ist vielleicht das Schwerste, was uns aufgegeben ist, das Äußerste, die letzte Probe und Prüfung, die Arbeit, für die alle andere Arbeit nur Vorbereitung ist. »</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Rainer Maria Rilke</div><div>Briefe an einen jungen Dichter</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Brief an Franz Xaver Kappus</div><div>Rom, am 14. Mai 1904</div></span></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-87549789682345179852011-08-30T13:08:00.000-07:002011-09-02T14:04:27.532-07:00Perdido en el corazon de la grande Babylon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TmGTqYpvrkl4-hhpydMhIMr2Ejsav80Gl4z-RsNtp0PUEGxIQ2mSht9l0bKIb81RAXrDCKSwbnCr3O8SmiDJFIrsi9Rj5Z-Czo_jAg5dnY3uPkNHyr1fj31HeLuCB9mgUDTPHoe7jIY/s1600/artaud.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TmGTqYpvrkl4-hhpydMhIMr2Ejsav80Gl4z-RsNtp0PUEGxIQ2mSht9l0bKIb81RAXrDCKSwbnCr3O8SmiDJFIrsi9Rj5Z-Czo_jAg5dnY3uPkNHyr1fj31HeLuCB9mgUDTPHoe7jIY/s400/artaud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647870328475677106" /></a>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrVOPTYqn0Ns5R0jzNVnPMblUREk5A_BCKSxqV5fQXGmgOD7uo3eXXIm3r-XR6bxQ9j-JnSd42IqF1L962aVtfq4p1ORJrTmm5pQdi48G9SokE0CoFp8scXBaz_6eKY9Q2OVrkBnycwc/s1600/artaud-in-cap.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrVOPTYqn0Ns5R0jzNVnPMblUREk5A_BCKSxqV5fQXGmgOD7uo3eXXIm3r-XR6bxQ9j-JnSd42IqF1L962aVtfq4p1ORJrTmm5pQdi48G9SokE0CoFp8scXBaz_6eKY9Q2OVrkBnycwc/s400/artaud-in-cap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647870251930507762" /></a><div>Antonin Artaud, né Antoine Marie Joseph Artaud, à Marseille (Bouches-du-Rhône), le 4 septembre 1896 et mort à Ivry-sur-Seine le 4 mars 1948.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_mQJQ8k291MQ90erSK2w8Gc6w9rhNd92dhGf6wBFiDNs1cpAejajgS988YJKwbzk9Q86YR0_CaX9s0VVu0JGggXDPiY-Kod-vLtyBQf7hEoeAsA-oImgOGqKji8IQA7NYAv1o32QEMU/s1600/Atraud-Tarahumara.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_mQJQ8k291MQ90erSK2w8Gc6w9rhNd92dhGf6wBFiDNs1cpAejajgS988YJKwbzk9Q86YR0_CaX9s0VVu0JGggXDPiY-Kod-vLtyBQf7hEoeAsA-oImgOGqKji8IQA7NYAv1o32QEMU/s400/Atraud-Tarahumara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647870197868385394" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">___________________________</div><div>
<br /></div>Soy una raya en el mar
<br />Fantasma en la ciudad<div>
<br /></div><div>-Manu Chao</div><div><i>Clandestino</i></div><div>1998</div></div>Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-24263478417838305782011-08-21T17:32:00.000-07:002011-08-21T17:48:02.098-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUS1oRPYt7Ca046FZ08PvYooCLxLfsV2WFJSR2I1dX9aI5ud5phVsXA0SYWM6EwsvSsN5Oyg2K7lPwvdAEEjWmXwn2_vTSTM0hg9GZv9dgzXG9PnjBrsVXrh_7D3Fh14zyx-uz3gXBjcA/s1600/emile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUS1oRPYt7Ca046FZ08PvYooCLxLfsV2WFJSR2I1dX9aI5ud5phVsXA0SYWM6EwsvSsN5Oyg2K7lPwvdAEEjWmXwn2_vTSTM0hg9GZv9dgzXG9PnjBrsVXrh_7D3Fh14zyx-uz3gXBjcA/s400/emile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643475674145689218" border="0" /></a>
<br />"Tout ce que nous n'avons pas à notre naissance et dont nous avons besoin étant grands, nous est donné par l'éducation."
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<br />Jean-Jacques Rousseau
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Émile, ou De l’éducation</span>
<br />Livre 1:14
<br />(1762)
<br />Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-11769457124427871932011-08-20T16:03:00.000-07:002011-08-22T17:29:33.167-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvSkrvgY2b0PGawK0QXMMZYiPS3AXMQzAnbArg4EMpkj_YCCid97CwLw_vkxsFOTsi9kbGQJAMT6_8Xl8MHmSdnObu6ea26m9J4LiUMBlmrLhZIKkd5pq1l7nlUVaUdg3cMOYcDLcvMA/s1600/musee_gustave_moreau.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRvSkrvgY2b0PGawK0QXMMZYiPS3AXMQzAnbArg4EMpkj_YCCid97CwLw_vkxsFOTsi9kbGQJAMT6_8Xl8MHmSdnObu6ea26m9J4LiUMBlmrLhZIKkd5pq1l7nlUVaUdg3cMOYcDLcvMA/s400/musee_gustave_moreau.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643842007935692770" /></a>
<br />"... And I've got my plan it's written on a napkin
<br />I start over every day and I see what happens ..."
<br />
<br />Franc Graham
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Strange</span>
<br />1999
<br />Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-15582321872520796862011-08-19T09:57:00.000-07:002011-08-22T17:48:04.835-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_LImhg4EvYw9IrtuSY_IqkYCZnD0U0ia9-jgs8lE4JuTsalmH2uTGIR1Rc0Mc3SJOT90CebOAq-f2tRtm1mUFyc3SBAJHTF9sNq_V97q0R0Y89Lu2hF9PqXl_lsQ3zNVIUyOIuJTd3c/s1600/musee_zadkine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_LImhg4EvYw9IrtuSY_IqkYCZnD0U0ia9-jgs8lE4JuTsalmH2uTGIR1Rc0Mc3SJOT90CebOAq-f2tRtm1mUFyc3SBAJHTF9sNq_V97q0R0Y89Lu2hF9PqXl_lsQ3zNVIUyOIuJTd3c/s400/musee_zadkine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643846666571070434" /></a>
<br />"There's a little bit of them in me
<br />and a little bit of me in them."
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pretty Ugly</span>
<br />Trollin' Withdrawal
<br />1996
<br />Skraelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03731818334547864484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961419287643362559.post-70877529875769763192011-08-17T08:54:00.000-07:002011-08-17T09:53:23.029-07:00La règle du jeu (dir Renoir, 1939)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MrUzv7XxQ7x6HKnIEItDMgJ5W0JKCKrV4dlU3mdy7h474s3elq8_rN2p00R2Kv3pKeFlF6ZgksKIUcTKJOaQ1J4_iwJ-7LsxmZz6f4_cMe8I7Jo1gAuG4naNhEUKFyn7NwcIVGs58ic/s1600/la_r%25C3%25A8gle_title.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MrUzv7XxQ7x6HKnIEItDMgJ5W0JKCKrV4dlU3mdy7h474s3elq8_rN2p00R2Kv3pKeFlF6ZgksKIUcTKJOaQ1J4_iwJ-7LsxmZz6f4_cMe8I7Jo1gAuG4naNhEUKFyn7NwcIVGs58ic/s400/la_r%25C3%25A8gle_title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641855680233651410" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYXl-I_PBMPwpSrNovbnh59527HEpmx7W5Ur3VZG5-63XvOhHp4IIUCNNIUeQYM_fw7ol0E4Kr2iQqGWdqMTaG2MnXUmJa85HjegcTJVJwKE055aKXbGwINXcDjR7uIhVfH5rcT1cfbg/s1600/La_r%25C3%25A8gle_du_jeu_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYXl-I_PBMPwpSrNovbnh59527HEpmx7W5Ur3VZG5-63XvOhHp4IIUCNNIUeQYM_fw7ol0E4Kr2iQqGWdqMTaG2MnXUmJa85HjegcTJVJwKE055aKXbGwINXcDjR7uIhVfH5rcT1cfbg/s400/La_r%25C3%25A8gle_du_jeu_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641855625553014114" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZT4WWNo4uptXjoUdwR3diPZ7_fMJyu0lvO3JZcyTr4x21tDP0Dz8tL5F7JRhrWMpMtNZDe7kFsbWmajtEkP6l_uJ3LGtTB6pcdBDpd_AwTJlYV7XNRDo5HRXBRuOxzNvbLo9Oz1kCm4s/s1600/La_r%25C3%25A8gle_du_jeu_02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZT4WWNo4uptXjoUdwR3diPZ7_fMJyu0lvO3JZcyTr4x21tDP0Dz8tL5F7JRhrWMpMtNZDe7kFsbWmajtEkP6l_uJ3LGtTB6pcdBDpd_AwTJlYV7XNRDo5HRXBRuOxzNvbLo9Oz1kCm4s/s400/La_r%25C3%25A8gle_du_jeu_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641855568431002930" border="0" /></a>___________________
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