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Photos - Fotos: Alfred Stieglitz - Part 7 - 15 images - Links to precedent parts











Alfred Stieglitz - Katherine  1905

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Katherine Stieglitz, autochrome, ca. 1910

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Nubes 1922

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Photo of the Brancusi sculpture exhibition, March-April 1914, at 291 (gallery) 1916

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Photo of the Gertrude Käsebier and Clarence H. White exhibition at the Little Galleries of the Photo-Secession, February 1906

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Photo of the Nadelman exhibition at 291 (gallery), December 1915 - January 1916

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Spring Showers, The Coach (1902) by Alfred Stieglitz

 
Alfred Stieglitz - Sunlight and Shadow – Paula; Berlin, 1889 (George Eastman House)

 
Alfred Stieglitz - The Dying Chestnut Tree 1927

 
Alfred Stieglitz - The Glow of Night  - New York 1897

 
Alfred Stieglitz - The Intermission 1887

 
Alfred Stieglitz - ‘Self-portrait’ - 1907, printed 1930 - gelatin silver photograph - 24.8 x 18.4 - J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

 
Alfred Stieglitz - ‘Spiritual America’ - 1923 - gelatin silver photograph - 11.7 x 9.2 - Philadelphia Museim of Art the Alfred Stieglitz Collection 1949

 
Alfred Stieglitz, Dorothy Norman XXXIII, 1933








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Music: Bill Evans - California Here I Come (Full Album) - Data - Photo Gallery - Galeria fotografica - Links







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Bill Evans - California Here I Come




California Here I Come is a live album by jazz pianist Bill Evans. It was recorded in 1967, but not released on Verve until 1982 as a double LP. It peaked at #12 on the Billboard Jazz Album charts in 1983 and was reissued on CD in 2004.[3] The pieces were recorded at the legendary Village Vanguard, where Evans had previously recorded the sets appeared on the highly influential Waltz for Debby and Sunday at the Village Vanguard, both later comprised on the definitive collection The Complete Village Vanguard Recordings, 1961.


Track listing

    "California, Here I Come" (DeSylva, Jolson, Meyer) – 5:32
    "Polka Dots and Moonbeams" (Van Heusen, Burke) – 3:22
    "Turn Out the Stars" (Bill Evans) – 5:52
    "Stella by Starlight" (Washington, Young) – 4:06
    "You're Gonna Hear From Me" (Previn, Previn) – 4:57
    "In a Sentimental Mood" (Ellington, Mills, Kurtz) – 3:53
    "G Waltz" (Evans) – 4:35
    "On Green Dolphin Street" (Kaper, Washington) – 4:53
    "Gone With the Wind" (Herb Magidson, Wrubel) – 5:35
    "If You Could See Me Now" (Dameron, Sigman) – 3:39
    "Alfie" (Bacharach, David) – 5:12
    "Very Early" (Evans) – 4:44
    "'Round Midnight" (Monk, Williams) - 6:07
    "Emily" (Mandel, Mercer) – 5:18
    "Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams (And Dream Your Troubles Away)" (Barris, Koehler, Billy Moll) – 6:49

Credits

    Bill Evans - piano
    Eddie Gómez - bass
    Philly Joe Jones - drums

2004 reissue production notes

    Produced by Bryan Koniarz
    Mastered by Bob Irwin and Jayme Pieruzzi
    Production assistance by Mark Smith
    Executive producer: Ken Druker
    Cover art by Tom Christopher


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 Review by Scott Yanow

Philly Joe Jones was a member of the Bill Evans Trio for a short time in 1967 but none of his recordings with the pianist were released at the time. This two-LP set from 1982 features the pair (along with bassist Eddie Gomez who had recently started his own longtime association with Evans) in superb form. Jones consistently lit a fire under the pianist and, even though Bill Evans was never just an introspective ballad pianist (which became his stereotype), he does play with some unaccustomed ferocity on several of these selections. The 71 minutes of music feature strong versions of three of Evans' originals (including "Turn Out the Stars") plus a dozen standards, highlighted by "You're Gonna Hear From Me," "Gone With the Wind" and the unlikely "California Here I Come." Well worth searching for. In September 2004, Verve reissued the album in a limited edition, 24-bit remastered CD. Where the original disc sounded thin in places -- as it is a live recording -- the remastered version sounds consistently full and warm throughout.

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Poetry: David Herbert Lawrence - The White Horse - Piano - Butterfly - A Love Song - Tortoise Shell - Photos - Links to more DHL






David Herbert Lawrence




The White Horse

The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world. 



Piano

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. 



Butterfly

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!

Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck! 



A Love Song

Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.

Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine. 



Tortoise Shell

The Cross, the Cross
Goes deeper in than we know,
Deeper into life;
Right into the marrow
And through the bone.
Along the back of the baby tortoise
The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge,
Scale-lapping, like a lobster's sections
Or a bee's.

Then crossways down his sides
Tiger-stripes and wasp-bands.

Five, and five again, and five again,
And round the edges twenty-five little ones,
The sections of the baby tortoise shell.

Four, and a keystone;
Four, and a keystone;
Four, and a keystone;
Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone.

It needed Pythagoras to see life playing with counters on the living back
Of the baby tortoise;
Life establishing the first eternal mathematical tablet,
Not in stone, like the Judean Lord, or bronze, but in life-clouded, life-rosy tortoise shell.

The first little mathematical gentleman
Stepping, wee mite, in his loose trousers
Under all the eternal dome of mathematical law.

Fives, and tens,
Threes and fours and twelves,
All the volte face of decimals,
The whirligig of dozens and the pinnacle of seven.

Turn him on his back,
The kicking little beetle,
And there again, on his shell-tender, earth-touching belly,
The long cleavage of division, upright of the eternal cross
And on either side count five,
On each side, two above, on each side, two below
The dark bar horizontal.

The Cross!
It goes right through him, the sprottling insect,
Through his cross-wise cloven psyche,
Through his five-fold complex-nature.

So turn him over on his toes again;
Four pin-point toes, and a problematical thumb-piece,
Four rowing limbs, and one wedge-balancing head,
Four and one makes five, which is the clue to all mathematics.

The Lord wrote it all down on the little slate
Of the baby tortoise.
Outward and visible indication of the plan within,
The complex, manifold involvednes,s of an individual creature
Plotted out
On this small bird, this rudiment,
This little dome, this pediment
Of all creation,
This slow one. 





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