fade blue dot: 2009/08

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Le conté todos tus secretos..

Le conté todos tus secretos.., originally uploaded by Sary García.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."

"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler

Friday, August 28, 2009

Romance

Romance 04, originally uploaded by pixelediting.

Monday, August 24, 2009

οι πολιτικοι ταγοι δηλωσαν για τις πυρκαγιες

Ολοι μαζι και με μια φωνη:

ΟΥΓΚΑ ΓΚΑ ΟΥ ΓΚΙ ΓΚΙ ΓΚΑ ΓΚΑ ΟΥ ΚΙΚΙ ΚΑΚΑ ΑΟΥΓΚΙΚΙ ΑΟΥΓΚΙΚΙ ΚΑΚΑ ΟΥΓΚΑΟΥ ΚΑΚΑ!!!!

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."

"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler

εκλογες στην Λαοθάλασσα, μερος 1ον ....

Μια νουβέλα επιστημονικής φανταστικής εικονικής πραγματικότητας!!

ΜΕΡΟΣ 1ΟΝ ( ίσως και τελευταίο )

Τον 8ο χρόνο μετά από την επίσημη έναρξη της παγκοσμιοποίησης και μόλις 2 χρόνια από τις προηγούμενες, έφτασε το πλήρωμα του χρόνου για να γίνουν εκλογές!

Όχι στην ώρα τους, αλλά κάπου 2 χρονια νωρίτερα, γιατί έτσι ήταν το επιβεβλημένο από τις πρακτικες, τις σταρτηγικες και τις δημοσκοπησεις .

Ο Πρωθυπουργός της χωράς, μετά από σύντομες διακοπές με την οικογένεια του στον βορρα της Λαοθάλασσας, και μετά από επίσκεψη αστραπή στον Πρόεδρο της Δημοκρατίας, κήρυξε εκλογές, για λόγους που κανένας δεν κατάλαβε.

Τα επιτελεία των κόμματων καταστρώνουν τακτικές, στρατηγικές και προσλαμβάνουν τους απαιτούμενους επιτελείς!
Διαφημιστές, εμπρηστές, παλιές καραβάνες, όλοι στον ΑΓΩΝΑ….. ΓΙΑ ΤΟ ΚΟΜΜΑ,…… ΓΙΑ ΤΟ ΚΟΜΜΑ.

Για τα ψηφοδέλτια διαλέγουν υποψηφίους από τον καλλιτεχνικό χώρο με μεγάλη προβολή αλλά και από τα ΜΜΕ ακόμη και από τον χώρο του μοντελινγκ.
Στα επικράτειας γίνετε του χαμού. Η όπως και ο απλός λαός λέει της Φώφης!

Στο μεταξύ η Λαοθάλασσα καίγετε από «άκρου εις άκρον», οι υποψήφιοι ρυπαίνουν τον κόσμο με αφίσες και μπροσούρες.

Και οι αρχηγοί καμαρώνουν, που έβγαλαν τον κόσμο από την καλοκαιρινή ραστώνη και επιτέλους κάποιος θα δουλέψει σε αυτή την χωρά.

Βεβαία μέσα στα……………….. ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ ΘΑ……….. κάποιοι κάνουν χρυσές δουλείες, όπως οι τυπογράφοι, οι διαφημιστές, οι εμπρηστές, οι σπεκουλαδόροι, οι οπορτουνιστές, οι οικοπεδοφάγοι, και αδηφάγοι ημέτεροι, που περιμένουν να κερδίσει το κόμμα τους, για να δοθεί το σύνθημα…… ΒΟΥΡ ΣΤΟΝ ΠΑΤΣΑ…… και να φάνε και τα τελευταία που έχουν μείνει αφάγωτα!!

Τα ξενοδοχεία, οι αίθουσες και τα σκυλάδικα, κάνουν χρυσές δουλείες και το σύνθημα των πολιτευτών ……ΣΤΑΥΡΩΣΤΕ ΜΕ…. ΣΤΑΥΡΩΣΤΕ ΜΕ…… ακούγεται σε όλη την Λαοθάλασσα.

Οι πολιτευτές εκφέρουν πολιτικό λόγο, με βαθειά γνώση των προβλημάτων της χωράς και του πολίτη, του στυλ «θα σας διορίσω, θα σας βρω δουλεία, θα σας βολέψω» .

και βεβαια κανεις δεν λεει κουβεντα για την:

ΑΝΕΡΓΙΑ
ΠΑΙΔΕΙΑ
ΑΜΥΝΑ
ΕΞΩΤΕΡΙΚΗ ΠΟΛΙΤΙΚΗ
ΠΟΛΙΤΙΚΗ ΑΜΥΝΑ
ΑΣΦΑΛΙΣΤΙΚΟ
ΑΚΡΙΒΕΙΑ
ΤΡΑΠΕΖΙΚΟ ΣΥΣΤΗΜΑ
ΠΕΡΙΒΑΛΛΟΝ
ΠΟΛΙΤΙΣΜΟΣ
ΤΟΥΡΙΣΜΟΣ
ΠΕΡΙΘΑΛΨΗ

ΜΗΠΩΣ ΕΣΥ;

Συνέχεια στο επόμενο....

Κάθε ομοιότητα με υπαρκτά πρόσωπα και καταστάσεις είναι φανταστική !

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."

"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler

wildfires.........

Gas al fresco...

Gas al fresco..., originally uploaded by brexians vacation mode is ON!.

Gas lighting refers to a technology used to produce light from a gaseous fuel including hydrogen, methane, carbon monoxide, propane, butane, or ethylene.

Before electricity became sufficiently widespread and economical to allow for general public use, gas was the most popular means of lighting in cities and suburbs. Early gas lights had to be lit manually, but soon gas lights could light themselves.

Gas lighting today is typically used for camping, where the high energy density of a hydrocarbon fuel, combined with the modular nature of canisters allows bright and long lasting light to be produced cheaply and without complex equipment.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

fade forest beauty

, originally uploaded by meta_nos.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Praga / Praha

Praga / Praha (7), originally uploaded by GILET.

Al cel de Praga

Friday, August 14, 2009

Sunburst

Sunburst, originally uploaded by John the Neath.

On Growing Old

Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;
My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,
Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving.
I take the book and gather to the fire,
Turning old yellow leaves; minute by minute
The clock ticks to my heart. A withered wire,
Moves a thiun ghost of music in the spinet.
I cannot sail your seas, I cannot wander
Your cornland, nor your hill-land, nor your valleys
Ever again, nore share the battle yonder
Where the young knight the broken squadron rallies.
Only stay quiet while my mind remembers
The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers.

Beauty, have pity! for the strong have power,
The rich their wealth, the beautiful their grace,
Summer of man its sunlight and its flower.
Spring-time of man, all April in a face.
Only, as in the jostling in the Strand,
Where the mob thrusts, or loiters, or is loud,
The beggar with the saucer in his hand
Asks only a penny from the passing crowd,
So, from this glittering world with all its fashion,
Its fire, and play of men, its stir, its march,
Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion,
Bread to the soul, rain when the summers parch.
Give me but these, and though the darkness close
Even the night will blossom as the rose.

John Masefield

Monday, August 10, 2009

summer mementos

summer mementos, originally uploaded by brexians vacation mode is ON!.

He missed her on the first day of summer,
He was afraid he might not see her again.
It would be a long hot season without her,
How he wished they could be friends.
He missed her on the first day of summer,
He longed for what she had meant to him,
He longed for a love and a friend.
Warm summer days and fair skies
Had made him stop and realize,
That the first day of summer without her
Was not as happy as it might have been.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."

"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler

Summer Love

Summer Love, originally uploaded by brexians vacation mode is ON!.

William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.

"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."

"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler

Saturday, August 8, 2009

la luna gialla

la luna gialla, originally uploaded by brexians vacation mode is ON!.

Yellow Moon is the fourth EP and sixth album released by Japanese pop and folk artist Akeboshi.
Sony Music Entertainment Japan released the EP on April 19, 2006; Sony later released it in America under the Epic Records label.
The album's title track "Yellow Moon" garnered fame as the thirteenth ending to Naruto.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Thirst the new plaque!

THIRST

View more presentations from Jeff Brenman.

The Light Through

The Light Through, originally uploaded by itsartdammit.

The Light By Its Creation

from the beginning,
was meant to douse the darkness
as it did then in that year;

to sparkle the snowflake
that caught the fringe
of a child's eyelash in the Urals of winter

as it backlit
the blue in his mother's tears;

meant to splash
into the bucket of reindeer milk

as it splashed on the shoulders of peasants
toiling in the fields of revolution
that they, themselves, had plowed;

to creep without reservation
into the blacksmith's shop in Bukhara,
past old city walls;

meant to warm
the bread at supper, the bowl
of sunflower seeds; the sleeping children
in their utopia, snug in blankets
loomed with parrot and peacock feathers
and red squares. But this

had been a dream of light,
and by its creation,
meant to reveal what had been done
in darkness behind the barbed wire,
sharpened by secrets;

the brine pits where men were beaten
into their labor, ankle-deep in mire;
their hands stung by salt water
and the pull of cabbages;

meant to glisten
the sweat on their backs,
and in the beards of Old Believers
wishing to go back before the slaughter,
the forced starvation, the mass graves;

before the light
was meant to pour down the throat
of the iris, choking on its stalk;

before it poured across the canvas
on which Goya painted Saturn
Devouring His Children.

Joanne Monte

Jellyfish City

Jellyfish City: Vancouver, B.C., originally uploaded by Justin-Rice.

This image (my 100th uploaded on flickr) was another captured at the Vancouver Aquarium in April 2009 with my Panasonic Lumix TZ5. My camera did most of the work on this one, these little things move pretty fast so some of the picture was blurred, which I actually wanted. I apparently have been missing from aquariums in recent years because I did not realize there were jellyfish like this. Enjoy!

Water of Jellyfish

by Coral Bracho

Water of jellyfish,
milky, snaking water
of ever-changing shapes; glossy water-flesh; melting
into its lovely surroundings. Water - sumptuous waters
receding, languid

and layered into calm. Water,
water silken, dusky, dense as lead - mercurial;
floating free, idling. The seaweedin there, sparkling, in pleasure's very breast. Theseaweed, crests a-bubbling;

- above the over-arching silence, above the long spits
of basalt rock; the water-weed, its familiar caresses,
its gentle flux. Water of light, of fish; the breeze, the
agatespilling its light. The shy elk flicker like flame -

through the cotton-silk trees, through the shoals
of little fisha flame is pulsing,
water slinking, lynx-like; water of bream (jasper's
sudden reds and browns).Such glory here,
among the jellyfish medusas.
- Parted lips of coastline, the breeze's gentle
movements,lulling softly, settling into crystals, amphibious,
lubricious - water, silken and
magnetic; poised. Water, coasting - lascivious radiance

wading, oily,
over crumbling basalt. Light crawls, opal,
through its own inner flames. - Water
of jellyfish.
Sweet fresh-water shine;
water leaving no traces; dense,
mercurial
white as steel, parting round the granite stacks,its flashes of minnows; secretive, smooth. - Water alive,

and rolling; a bronze sun vaulting in close;
- liquid minerals, spurting. Water of jellyfish, a water to
feeldissolving into itself
into a slick of indigo, quivering honeycombs. Long
strands of water, sea-lettuce,the catfish nibbling
in its rich, streaming bed, whose light nectars
form a golden pond, liminal. Weightless water,
air inside amber,
- a chrism of light, full of grace; the high tide a tiger,
below a wash of shadow. Water at the edge, water-eel,
swallowing itself,
its great journey by night -
along these matrices of silk, through the
sea-sage. - Water

rich with cod. Heavy water (that calm pleasure,
warm; the way it shimmers) -
Water's edge -

its smooth changes, its delight in itself,
its own seductive rise and fall. Water,
silken, receding, layered
into languid calm. Water, water; its gentle stroke
- water of the otter, the fish. Water

of jellyfish,
milky, snaking; water,