solitary dog sculptor: 02/13/15

viernes, 13 de febrero de 2015

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 5 - Die Gelehrten - Die klassische Logik - Two series - Links a mas ChM

Die Gelehrten

Chantal Michel - buch

Chantal Michel - kragen

Chantal Michel - schlussel

Chantal Michel - schmuck

Chantal Michel - trauben

Chantal Michel - zinn

Die klassische Logik

Chantal Michel - Die klassische Logik - (series de 4) - 2000

Die klassische Logik
Fotografie hinter Plexiglas
51 x 31 oder 34 cm, 2000, 4-er Serie
4 Motive

Links

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 1 - Die Raumhaftige - 8 photos - Link

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 2 - Rosen und Vegnissmeinnicht - 14 photos - Links

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 3 - Die Wirklichkeit stellt eine Unwahrscheinlichkeit dar. die eingetreten ist - La realidad es una improbabilidad. que se ha producido - 9 photos

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 4 - Der Knabe zu Kolmar - The boy of Colmar - 11 photos - Links a mas ChM

Her site

http://www.chantalmichel.ch/index_fotografie.html

Photos - Fotos: Chantal Michel - Part 5 - Die Gelehrten - Die klassische Logik - Two series - Links a mas ChM

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Music: Lisa Hannigan (Balladeer - Baladista) - Be My Husband - I Need A Dollar - Lyrics - Bio data - Links

Lisa Hannigan
Ireland

Lisa Hannigan - Be My Husband

Be my husband, I'll be your wife
Be my husband, I'll be your wife
Be my husband, I'll be your wife
Outside you there is no place to go.

If you want me to I'll cook and sew
If you want me to I'll cook and sew
If you want me to I'll cook and sew
Outside you there is no place to go.

Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good

Please don't treat me so doggone mean
Please don't treat me so doggone mean
Please don't treat me so doggone mean
Youre the meanest man I ever seen

Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good

Stick to the promise man, that you made me
Stick to the promise man, that you made me
Stick to the promise man, that you made me
That you'll stay away from Rosalie

Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good
Oh daddy now now love me good

Lisa Hannigan - I Need A Dollar

I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
And I said I need dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me

Bad times are comin and I reap what I don't sow
hey hey
Well let me tell you somthin all that glitters ain't gold
hey hey
It's been a long old trouble long old troublesome road
And I'm looking for somebody come and help me carry this load

[Bridge:]
I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
Well I don't know if I'm walking on solid ground
Cause everything around me is falling down
And all I want - is for someone - to help me

I had a job but the boss man let me go
He said
I'm sorry but I won't be needing your help no more
I said
Please mister boss man I need this job more than you know
But he gave me my last paycheck and he sent me on out the door

[Bridge:]
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
Said I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
And I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me
Well I don't know if I'm walking on solid ground
Cause everything around me is crumbling down
And all I want is for someone to help me

What in the world am I gonna to do tomorrow
is there someone whose dollar that I can borrow
Who can help me take away my sorrow
Maybe its inside the bottle
Maybe its inside the bottle
I had some good old buddy his names is whiskey and wine
hey hey
And for my good old buddy I spent my last dime
hey hey
My wine is good to me it helps me pass the time
and my good old buddy whiskey keeps me warmer than the sunshine
Hey Hey
Your mom of mayhem just a child has got his own
Hey Hey
if god has plans for me I hope it ain't - written in stone
Hey Hey
because I've been working working myself down to the bone
and I swear on grandpas grave I'll be paid when I come home
Hey Hey

[Bridge:]
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
Said need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
hey hey
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need hey hey
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me
come on share your dollar with me
go ahead share your dollar with me
come on share your dollar give me your dollar
share your dollar with me
come on share your dollar with me

Lisa Hannigan (n. 12 de febrero de 1981) es una cantante irlandesa, mejor conocida por haber sido vocalista de Damien Rice.

Nació en Dunshaughlin, Condado de Meath3 y realizó sus estudios secundarios en el The King's Hospital, en Palmerstown, Dublín, ciudad donde más tarde estudiaría historia del arte en el Trinity College, carrera que no terminaría para dedicarse definitivamente al canto.

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http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisa_Hannigan

Lisa Margaret Hannigan (born 12 February 1981) is an Irish singer, songwriter, and musician. She began her musical career as a member of Damien Rice's band. Since beginning her solo career in 2007 she has released two albums: Sea Sew (2008) and Passenger (2011). Hannigan's music has received award nominations both in Ireland and the USA.

More:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisa_Hannigan

Music: Lisa Hannigan (Balladeer - Baladista) - Be My Husband - I Need A Dollar - Lyrics - Bio data - Links

Poetry: Henrik Ibsen - Mountain life - Thank - Gone - To the survivors - Wildflowers and hothouse-plants - Links to more HI

Mountain life

IN summer dusk the valley lies
With far-flung shadow veil;
A cloud-sea laps the precipice
Before the evening gale:
The welter of the cloud-waves grey
Cuts off from keenest sight
The glacier, looking out by day
O'er all the district, far away,
And crowned with golden light.

But o'er the smouldering cloud-wrack's flow,
Where gold and amber kiss,
Stands up the archipelago,
A home of shining peace.
The mountain eagle seems to sail
A ship far seen at even;
And over all a serried pale
Of peaks, like giants ranked in mail,
Fronts westward threatening heaven.

But look, a steading nestles, close
Beneath the ice-fields bound,
Where purple cliffs and glittering snows
The quiet home surround.
Here place and people seem to be
A world apart, alone; --
Cut off from men by spate and scree
It has a heaven more broad, more free,
A sunshine all its own.

Look: mute the saeter-maiden stays,
Half shadow, half aflame;
The deep, still vision of her gaze
Was never word to name.
She names it not herself, nor knows
What goal my be its will;
While cow-bells chime and alp-horn blows
It bears her where the sunset glows,
Or, maybe, further still.

Too brief, thy life on highland wolds
Where close the glaciers jut;
Too soon the snowstorm's cloak enfolds
Stone byre and pine-log hut.
Then wilt thou ply with hearth ablaze
The winter's well-worn tasks; --
But spin thy wool with cheerful face:
One sunset in the mountain pays
For all their winter asks.

Thanks

HER griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.

Her home is the boundless
Free ocean that seems
To rock, calm and soundless,
My galleon of dreams.

Half hers are the glancing
Creations that throng
With pageant and dancing
The ways of my song.

My fires when they dwindle
Are lit from her brand;
Men see them rekindle
Nor guess by whose hand.

Of thanks to requite her
No least thought is hers,--
And therefore I write her,
Once, thanks in a verse.

To the survivors

NOW they sing the hero loud; --
But they sing him in his shroud.

Torch he kindled for his land;
On his brow ye set its brand.

Taught by him to wield a glaive;
Through his heart the steel ye drave.

Trolls he smote in hard-fought fields;
Ye bore him down 'twixt traitor shields.

But the shining spoils he won,
These ye treasure as your own.--

Dim them not, that so the dead
Rest appeased his thorn-crowned head.

Wildflowers and hothouse-plants

"GOOD Heavens, man, what a freak of taste!
What blindness to form and feature!
The girl's no beauty, and might be placed
As a hoydenish kind of creature."

No doubt it were more in the current tone
And the tide today we move in,
If I could but choose me to make my own
A type of our average woman.

Like winter blossoms they all unfold
Their primly maturing glory;
Like pot-grown plants in the tepid mould
Of a window conservatory.

They sleep by rule and by rule they wake,
Each tendril is taught its duties;
Were I worldly-wise, yes, my choice I'd make
From our stock of average beauties.

For worldly wisdom what do I care?
I am sick of its prating mummers;
She breathes of the field and the open air,
And the fragrance of sixteen summers.

Links

Poetry: Henrik Ibsen - A brother in need - Burnt ships - Gone - In the picture gallery - The miner - Bio data - Links

Poetry: Henrik Ibsen - Mountain life - Thank - Gone - To the survivors - Wildflowers and hothouse-plants - Links to more HI