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 11 May 2006 @ 05:13
"We've turned into this nation of overfed clowns, riding around in clown cars, eating clown food, watching clown shows,"
James Howard Kunstler
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 2 May 2006 @ 04:32
Morena Amoora
Lila Pechresky
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Neta Shezaf
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Morena Amoora.
Two women. One Flamenco. The other, Middle Eastern Dance.
A duet, a solo, another solo, another duet and then the duets and the solos entwine one another, for seventy minutes. The only background is a colorful arched gateway, mosaic pillars, leading into the graceful curve of a middle eastern peak. Darkness on the other side of the gateway, from which the dancers emerge in the beginning, putting together an image of their mutual Bharatanatayam roots, then each emerging into her own style, and their ensuing dialogue. A drummer and a violinist to the left, slightly back from the dance floor, in their own dialogue, alternating solos and duets, and at various times with the dancers, who also used background recorded music to dance with.
Photo Gallery
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Indian Dance
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A moment in beauty passing by.
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 22 Apr 2006 @ 17:50
by: Wislawa Szymborska
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Maybe all this
is happening in some lab?
Under one lamp by day
and billions by night?
Maybe we’re experimental generations?
Poured from one vial to the next,
shaken in test tubes,
not scrutinized by eyes alone,
each of us separately
plucked up by tweezers in the end?
Or maybe it’s more like this:
No interference?
The changes occur on their own
according to plan?
The graph’s needle slowly etches
its predictable zigzags?
Maybe thus far we aren’t of much interest?
The control monitors aren’t usually plugged in?
Only for wars, preferably large ones,
for the odd ascent above our clump of Earth,
for major migrations from point A to B?
Maybe just the opposite:
They’ve got a taste for trivia up there?
Look! on the big screen a little girl
is sewing a button on her sleeve.
The radar shrieks,
the staff comes at a run.
What a darling little being
with its tiny heart beating inside it!
How sweet, its solemn
threading of the needle!
Someone cries enraptured:
Get the Boss,
tell him he’s got to see this for himself!
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—(translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Claire Cavanagh) More >
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 19 Apr 2006 @ 04:04
Sycamore More >
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 15 Apr 2006 @ 04:11
a church in Las Palomas, Mexico, from a city park across the street. More >
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 7 Apr 2006 @ 05:30
On the way, into another day.
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It's called home. More >
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 30 Mar 2006 @ 08:56
Black and White kitty scouts out the back yard under the new moon in the heart of the city. More >
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