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Guernica

What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he’s a painter, or ears if he’s a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he’s a poet, or even, if he’s a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he’s at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heartrending, fiery, or happy events, to which he responds in every way ... No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.
- Pablo Picasso
I fell in love with this painting when I was living on Calle Huertas in Madrid. I would find any excuse to go to the Reina Sofia and spend time in the wide open room wholeheartedly dedicated to the Guernica. The painting is in response to the German/Italian attacks on Guernica in Basque country, Northern Spain during the Spanish Civil War. I like to view at as the international anti war metaphor; it's the pain inflicted on people of war, particularly on civilians during war. Its an embodiment of peace.. and tis beautiful!

Why do you look so sad?

music

MUSIC is the art that comes closest to the Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting but who can't help but to get drunk on Beethoven's Ninth, Joni Mitchells' Blue, or Charles Mingus' Mingus Ah Um?
Make no distinction between pop and classical. The distinction: just old fashioned and critical; its all a liberating force from loneliness, introversion, the dust of the library.

snacks talk

If the Pharaoh's daughter hadn't snatched the basket carrying little Moses from the waves, there would have been no Old Testament, no civilization as we now know it. How many ancient myths begin with the rescue of an abandoned child! If Polybus hadn't taken in the young Oedipus, Sophocles wouldn't have written his most beautiful tragedy.

Yes, metaphors are dangerous. No, metaphors are not to be trifled with.

lunch talks

is there a means to test which decision is better? but, there is no basis for comparison. we live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is like a sketch. No, sketch is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline for something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.

breakfast talks

is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? the heavier the burden the closer life comes to the earth, the more real and more truthful it becomes. the absolute absence of a burden causes us to be lighter than air, to take leave of the earth and its earthly being, and become only half real, our movements as free as they are insignificant.

what then do you choose? lightness or weight?

Just Another Moral Dilemma

you: that poor little boy. maybe you could have taken him to the hospital.

bloodbuzzOhio: blank faced and pale

you: How could you just stand there when someone is dying? ...Just stand there? You could have been helping them.

Ohio: I was helping; I was taking their picture.

you: how is that helping them?!

Ohio: to show the world. If it weren't for people like me who would know? Who would care?

you: so you do nothing... just film.

Ohio: the camera is there to record life. Not change it. People perish in this world. Thats life. It's horrible and its unfair --but there is nothing we can do about it.

you: you could have saved him, a whole crew was there.. just watching.

Ohio: the camera was there. you can't expect photographers to step into the frame and fix things they don't like. We're supposed to capture truth, not stage it.

I'm just there to take pictures.

sidenote on alchemy:

our currency consists of cut down trees and mined minerals
endless stumps shadow precancerous lumps
growing over fields of mushroom patches
we consume the dread of endless doom
they produce the endless working class
put your money where your mouth is
i know your work can be tiring
but positivity polarity plural
will push the pack forward
into a golden age of enlightenment
no more wishing the fire plum to be eaten
only hoping for two to tango and three to share this mango
and the salsa pattern you tapped on your thigh made me cry
because the world has it's signs
the roses rare rumba
fell victim to slumber
don't let it dampen your light source
the essence of caring is peace love and sharing
tupi had enough of this longing so they went to the air waves
in attempt to create free sound by caring for human feelings




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