miércoles, 2 de diciembre de 2009
The New York Public Library - Inside the Piano - The Library Music Division
What did John Cage do to the piano?
Librarians at The New York Public Library for the Performing Arts know.
The Librarys Music Division is one of the world's preeminent music collections, documenting the art of music in all its diversity — opera, spirituals, ragtime, jazz, musical theater, film, world, orchestral, rock, and pop.
The divisions vast collections illuminate an art form that is as diverse as humanity, but particularly noteworthy is the American Music Collection, whose holdings range from the first edition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" to Native American songs, to extensive manuscript collections of such major American composers as Louis Moreau Gottschalk, Charles Tomlinson Griffes, Henry Cowell, and John Cage.
Music: Nina Simone - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - Lyrics
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
and it's Easter time too
and your gravity fails
and negativity don't pull you through
don't put on any airs
when you're down on rue morgue avenue
they got some hungry women there
and they really make a mess out of you
Now if you see Saint Annie
please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
my fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
to get up and take another shot
and my best friend my doctor
won't even say what it is I have got
Sweet Melinda
the peasants call her the goddess of gloom
she speaks good English
and she invites you up into her room
and you're so kind
and careful not to go to her too soon
and she takes your voice
and leaves you howling at the moon
Up on housing project hill
it's either fortune or fame
you must pick one or the other
though neither of them
are to be what they claim
if you're looking to get silly
you better go back from where you came
because the cops don't need you
and man they expect the same
Now all the authorities
they just stand around and boast
hew they blackmailed the sergeant at arms
into leaving his post
and picking up angel who
just arrived here from the coast
who looked so fine at first
but left looking like a ghost
I started out on burgundy
but soon hit the harder stuff
everybody said they'd stand behind me
when the game got rough
but the joke was on me
there was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
The New York Public Library - Standard Operating Proceedure - Philip Gourevitch and Errol Morris: Live Conversation Portrait
A LIVE from the NYPL Conversation Portrait by artist-in-residence Flash Rosenberg, edited by Sarah Lohman: "Standard Operating Proceedure," Philip Gourevitch and Errol Morris, May 13, 2008.
When the infamous photographs from Abu Ghraib prison were first made public four years ago, they seemed to constitute an awesome expose of the profound corruption of Americas response to September 11th.
The sanction of torture, and the decriminalization of cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment of prisoners in wartime, have become defining legacies of the current Administration—and have given us the defining images of Americas changing standing in the eyes of the world.
But it didnt take long for the soldiers who took and appeared in the Abu Ghraib photographs to be singled out as depraved rogues, when in fact they were implementing Americas de facto policy in Iraq.
Just as criminality had become the norm, the expose now became the cover-up.
Now, two of our keenest moral and political observers, author Philip Gourevitch and filmmaker Errol Morris, have taken on the story of the soldiers who took and appeared in the photographs—and they have produced a war story that explores the horror at the core of the ongoing campaign to fight terror with terror.
In their new book, Standard Operating Procedure, Gourevitch and Morris expand on the investigation Morris conducted for his just-released film of the same title, to tell the story of Abu Ghraib from the inside out and the bottom up.
The New York Public Library - Design by the Book - 4 videos
The New York Public Library holds a wealth of unexpected sources of inspiration for artists and designers—from vintage valentines and textile patterns, to fabric samples and turn-of-the-century menus from around the world.
For this online-only miniseries, "Design by the Book," the Library partnered with the leading design blog Design*Sponge to invite five New York City-based artists to sift through our collections in search of inspiration.
Stay tuned for future episodes as the artists, who range from a glassblower to a letterpress printer, create unique works inspired by what they found; special guest Isaac Mizrahi will also join us to share his sources of inspiration.
The artists are: Lorena Barrezueta, Rebecca Kutys, Mike Perry, John Pomp and Julia Rothman.
Music by Clear Tigers.
Visit www.nypl.org/research/chss/bythebook for more information.
Animals: Funny Cats - Music: The Beatles - With a Little Help From My Friends
Video alcanzado por Maria de Lourdes Freire, Portugal, a mi cuenta en Facebook: Ricardo M Marcenaro. Obrigado María.
Un mensaje para mis amigos que agrego. Gracias
The New York Public Library - Photographic collection
The New York Public Library's Photography Collection contains nearly 400,000 original photographic prints, from the medium's 150+ year history, representing an international range of photographers and comprising a thorough survey of subjects and processes. Watch as curators share some of its highlights.
Music: Dave Matthews and Trey Anastasio in Senegal
Dave Matthews and Trey Anastasio took a trip to Senegal to play with Orchestra Baobab. Here they are playing one of Dave songs, "So Damn Lucky"
Por la música, por la unión entre las personas, los pueblos y las culturas, por estos gestos, me gustan Dave y Trey. Buena acción!!!
For the music, the union between individuals, peoples and cultures, for these gestures, I like Dave and Trey. Good action!!!
Music: Trey Anastasio - from Phish at The Connecticut Forum
This Forum now available at www.theforumchannel.tv
Trey Anastasio from Phish plays at The Connecticut Forum--November 29, 2001.
Ricardo Marcenaro bitácora. Aprendiendo con el gato
Nunca en mi vida había tenido un gato, estoy aprendiéndolo todo, ya saben que aprender es mi gusto, me lleva a la sorpresa, de una a otra, ¿hay alguien a lo que no le guste eso?
Como este gato se ha quedado aquí como fruto de un intento de relación fallido, tengo un especial cuidado de satisfacerle los requerimientos, para que no sufra, en lo tiene nada que ver en las estupideces de “los grandes”.
En el sillón que el gusta le puse un cardigan de su “madre”, para que no la extrañe, por ejemplo.
Los primeros días no, pero ahora duerme conmigo, me despierto con el Paikijú, Michigú o más apelativos con lo que lo sobre nombro según el humor con que le invento.
Este cretino me somete a largas sesiones de caricia con su cabeza, a veces si no le cumplo, me manotea la barba con la suave palma de su mano.
Es increíble la dulzura y cuidado con que hacen estas cosas, de la mano podrían salir garras si él quiere y con la boca que a veces me mordisquea la punta de la nariz dañarían sus colmillos agresivamente, capaces de matar.
Me hace pensar en las relaciones humanas.
La cuestión que por ahora tengo mañanas hermosas,…por ahora…, como es todo…, parece...
Lo cuido, es feliz en el jardín, caza libélulas y langostas, me las trae, rindiendo a su líder, sé de ceremonias.
Me hace pensar en las relaciones humanas.
Poesía: José Emilio Pacheco - El Pulpo - Premio Cervantes 2009
EL PULPO
Oscuro dios de las profundidades,
helecho, hongo, jacinto,
entre rocas que nadie ha visto, allí, en el abismo,
donde al amanecer, contra la lumbre del sol,
baja la noche al fondo del mar y el pulpo le sorbe
con las ventosas de sus tentáculos tinta sombría.
Qué belleza nocturna su esplendor si navega
en lo más penumbrosamente salobre del agua madre,
para él cristalina y dulce.
Pero en la playa que infestó la basura plástica
esa joya carnal del viscoso vértigo
parece un monstruo; y están matando
/ a garrotazos / al indefenso encallado.
Alguien lanzó un arpón y el pulpo respira muerte
por la segunda asfixia que constituye su herida.
De sus labios no mana sangre: brota la noche
y enluta el mar y desvanece la tierra,
muy lentamente, mientras el pulpo se muere.
Felicito a todos los amigos y visitantes de México sumandome a su alegría.
Music: Cave and the Bad Seeds - The Willow Garden - Lyrics
Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet
And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know
And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below
Along the banks below
I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night
I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight
My father often told me that money would set me free
And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly
My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes
His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me
For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Poesía: José Emilio Pacheco - Alta Tracición - Premio Cervantes 2009
ALTA TRAICIÓN
No amo mi patria.
Su fulgor abstracto
es inasible.
Pero (aunque suene mal)
daría la vida
por diez lugares suyos,
cierta gente,
puertos, bosques de pinos,
fortalezas,
una ciudad deshecha,
gris, monstruosa,
varias figuras de su historia,
montañas
-y tres o cuatro ríos.
http://www.nssoaxaca.com/index.php/opinion/19-columna/23916-un-cervantes-para-un-pacheco
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