martes, 6 de agosto de 2013

Painter: Salvador Dali - In historical order - En el orden histórico - 1960-65 - Part 3 - 18 images imagenes - Links




Salvador Dali - Arabs - the Death of Raimundus Lullus, 1963


Salvador Dali - Arabs - the Death of Raymond Lulle, 1963


Salvador Dali - Arabs. Study for 'The Battle of Tetuan', 1960


Salvador Dali - Arabs. Study for 'The Battle of Tetuan', 1961


Salvador Dali - Desoxyribonucleic Acid Arabs, circa 1963


Salvador Dali - Landscape with Flies, 1964


Salvador Dali - Leda's Swan (Leda and the Swan), 1961


Salvador Dali - Madonna with a Mystical Rose, 1963


Salvador Dali - Mohammed's Dream (Homage to Fortuny), 1961


Salvador Dali - Portrait of 'Bobo' Rockefeller (unfinished), 1960


Salvador Dali - Portrait of a Woman - Grey Jacket Wearing a Pearl Necklace, circa 1961


Salvador Dali - Portrait of Countess Ghislaine d'Oultremont, 1960


Salvador Dali - Portrait of Mrs. Fagen, 1960


Salvador Dali - Study for 'The Battle of Tetuan', 1961.


Salvador Dali - Study for 'The Battle of Tetuan', 1961


Salvador Dali - The Battle of Tetuan, 1961-62


Salvador Dali - The Infanta (Standing Woman), 1961


Salvador Dali - Untitled (The Lady of Avignon), circa 1960





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Painter: Salvador Dali - In historical order - En el orden histórico - 1960-65 - Part 3 - 18 images imagenes - Links




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Poetry: Konstantinos Kavafis - Footsteps - Exiles - Ithaka - Links







Footsteps

On an ebony bed decorated
with coral eagles, sound asleep lies
Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful;
thriving in the vigor of flesh,
and in the splendid power of youth.

But in the alabaster hall that encloses
the ancient shrine of the Aenobarbi
how restive are his Lares.
The little household gods tremble,
and try to hide their insignificant bodies.
For they heard a horrible clamor,
a deathly clamor ascending the stairs,
iron footsteps rattling the stairs.
And now in a faint the miserable Lares,
burrow in the depth of the shrine,
one tumbles and stumbles upon the other,
one little god falls over the other
for they understand what sort of clamor this is,
they are already feeling the footsteps of the Furies.




Exiles

It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit
along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome
and you'll see palaces and monuments that will amaze you.
Whatever war-damage it's suffered,
however much smaller it's become,
it's still a wonderful city.
And then, what with excursions and books
and various kinds of study, time does go by.
In the evenings we meet on the sea front,
the five of us (all, naturally, under fictitious names)
and some of the few other Greeks
still left in the city.
Sometimes we discuss church affairs
(the people here seem to lean toward Rome)
and sometimes literature.
The other day we read some lines by Nonnos:
what imagery, what rhythm, what diction and harmony!
All enthusiasm, how we admired the Panopolitan.
So the days go by, and our stay here
isn't unpleasant because, naturally,
it's not going to last forever.
We've had good news: if something doesn't come
of what's now afoot in Smyrna,
then in April our friends are sure to move from Epiros,
so one way or another, our plans are definitely working out,
and we'll easily overthrow Basil.
And when we do, at last our turn will come.




Ithaka

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.






Poetry: Konstantinos Kavafis - Footsteps - Exiles - Ithaka - Links


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Sculpture - Escultura: Kiki Smith - Part 4




Kiki Smith - Untitled 1992






Kiki Smith - Rapture





Kiki Smith - (American. Born Germany 1954) 2002. Bronze


Kiki Smith - Her memory (Su memoria)








Kiki Smith - Tied to her nature 2002


Kiki Smith - Hanging Woman


Kiki Smith - My Blue Lake 1995







Kiki Smith





 Sculpture - Escultura: Kiki Smith - Part 4




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Poesia: Ana Istaru - En dónde estabas antes... - En tu boca de greda - Escucha: hay una mano diminuta - Links






En dónde estabas antes...

¿En dónde estabas antes,
que no estabas conmigo?

¿Bajo una flor de tinta
de mi centro azabache?
¿Los densos aposentos
de mis pozos dormidos?

¿Eras la piel del viento?

¿Bajo una flor de sangre
de mis rosadas dunas?
¿En mi ovario bruñido?

¿En dónde estabas antes,
cencerro del silencio?


De "Verbo madre" 1995


En tu boca de greda

Tu boca es esa poza donde el ángel
hunde sus dedos dulces.

Criatura que regentas
el trance de mis brazos,
yo te miro y el corazón se torna
dos cántaros lunares,
dos pastizales líquidos
de algodón deslumbrante.

Amor,
entre tu boca de blandura de greda
van nevando mis pechos
como un paraje helado.


De "Verbo madre" 1995



Escucha: hay una mano diminuta

Derramas,
final de la delicia,
una inicial translúcida en mi pelvis,
yo no sé qué mensaje,
qué gránulo de sal,
qué código del agua hallada entre tus sienes.
Y mi matriz es dulce
y es un astro expansivo.
Y todo me percibe: tengo un aura convexa.
Hay algo, alguno, alguien, como un rumor que emerge,
y su latido tiene la textura del crótalo,
y viaja, nido ebrio, por mi líquida entraña.
Escucha: hay una mano diminuta: está escribiendo
ese signo inicial de su relato.


De "Verbo madre" 1995




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