Entr’acte (1924, directed by René Clair / screenplay by Francis Picabia )
history class
Your skin like dawn,
Mine like dusk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
-Maya Angelou
Un Chien Andalou from razielle Φ on Vimeo.
film by Salvador Dali and Luis Buñuel.
Exploration of the excitement to kill
maybe the excitement to feel
who knows what is real?
–nv
1972, Recorded at Chateau D’Herouville, Pantoise, France.
Tyrannosaurus Rex, known in the 70′s to record beautiful folk into rock’n'roll music start by guartist Marc Bolan. The psychedelic music made waves across the UK and US with hits such as “The Children of the Revolution” and “20th Century Boy”.
Element, 1973 // Cinematographer, Hilary Harris
A female image seethes and reaches through the muddy earth conceiving light and dark shades. Cinematographer Hillary Harris and Performer Amy Greenfield capture in the avant-garde 1973 short-film, Element, exploration of primitive life and death. Presenting these matters as a human sculpture, Greenfield explores a language of body and art. Finally, she surrenders to the cause of emotions. Settling, deeper into the natural form as earth’s art.
spoken: nicole van straatum
xxnvs
by what he once said: everything for today, nothing for yesterday, nothing for tomorrow. -f.p.
The grueling tradition of ‘Samhain‘ has been lost to the Lower East Side drunken slut cats. Halloween was once a Celtic festival of preparing for the winter as well as dressing up in animal skulls to banish ghosts from earth while around a bonfire. November 1st is known in the Celt Pegan culture to be a ‘New Year’ in celebrating the life and death of spirits here and past. This kind of ‘dead festival’ can be perceived as a guiding light for us to reflect many things and souls alive and those we are leaving behind.
Painting and Drawings by Stephan Balleux Title: Steven Luper
I found some of my favorite seasonal “death poems” or jisei from ancient poets to soothe the mood. It is within us to respect nature & our ancestors as one.
Farewell… Mame de iyo
I pass as all things do mi wa narawashi no
dew on the grass. kusa no tsuyu
_ Bazan
Japanese Death Poems by Zen Monks
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