A melody wakes me up, i dare to recognize that guitar chord, that arpeggio.
it's hard to open the eyes, i'm lying on the middle of the street in fetal position. everything is blinding and blurry
A melody wakes me up, i dare to recognize that guitar chord, that arpeggio.
A moment of enlightenment for true meaning of "making music", well.., if I can't live with my slowpoke nature, who else can? xD
ps. b, I apologize having to borrow your name, let me know if I need to pay you loyalty ;-)
Looking at the sparks of my dying camel i realized that the fire always hypnotized me, the theatre gate is open so I cross the street and get in.
In the Red hall I wait, it’s a dome with a chandelier and illuminated by candles, a magnificent place
We hug each other, her voice won’t let me go.
We hug even closer, trying to do not disappear.
I've been having dreams that there are only 2 souls in this universe, they live for each other's existence. it is surreal, unbelievable and magical....
I know it's none of my fucking business to discover how this is all possible, but aren't we allowed to be curious?
Isn't curiosity part of deep rooted human nature, a voyage/journey of adventures that evolved human histories and cultures that we are shared with today?
ps. but sometimes, the beauty of life/myth are the unanswered, but felt......
Our medias have muffled and blocked true voices of true people;
Democracy IS Two way lane, not One way;
Democracy IS Openness, not Closeness;
Democracy germinates from every single soul, thereafter flourishes/blooms in all humanity
who's voice?
MY VOICE ! ! ! ! ! !
Nice... so very nice....
Behind the thin Vail
when i first awoke i saw behind a thin vail. Slowly but surely i noticed how this thin vail covered that which appeared to be beautiful and with it being removed with the opening of my eyes i saw so much ugliness i wished to never have even opened my eyes to begin with. Once my eyes were opened they would not be closed. I almost forgot at times, in darkness, the truth of all things and true beauty, the beauty of whats inward, invisable, and pure....until a certain many things reminded me of it. the impact of seeing the senserity in the face of a person, even a stranger, the light that shines through something so seemingly small...has such major rippling effects that it could never be fully comprehended at once.
reminders to me that i am grateful to have my eyes open, although they are tired and sore...that i am grateful to understand beyond the vail..
there is a light, force, and energy in love, in people, that is truly unstoppable. once you can see with the eyes of love, illusion is shattered and the truth becomes as plain as day.
there is so much corruption, so much of the ugliness in mankind, that could be changed if we all, on a very individual level would just wake up and see it...see the possibilities before us in a new way....a way not clouded by hate and fear....but a way directed through understanding...and love.
i fear only that there is little time, but i hope that iàm wrong. the end is always a new beginning...in this there is no fear at least. time seams to be moving rappidly forward faster than ever. we have a window of an opportunity in this time...
i can see it and i am going to step into it with all that i am. in be-ing.
we ARE the change. we Are the protest. we in simply being and seeing what is true.
itàs hard at times to be awake. but once awoken...i would never want to be asleep again.
...come what may...
and how I wonder
what it would be like
to start all over
begin anew
go back to
the beginning
and try again
.... and no, I'm not talking about the top 1%, so please don't hate. :-)
underneath the layers
the truth remains
everyone really
only wants
to love
and be loved
and so it remains
my love has been waiting
here all along
only for you
but you
could not
would not
let me
I went to hear the sound of a voice
with a laugh like a song
but something was wrong
something was wrong
so I danced like there was only now
with abandon
in
music
with abandon
from
how
by PrttyBrd
The epidemic of conformity consumes all
Children play by board game rules
Stifled by the world to paint a proper picture
They draw flowers of red with stems of green
Fields of wildflowers viewed as weeds enveloped in insecticides
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
That is a rainbow, in that order alone
We are taught to live by the colors in a box of eight crayons
But even so, those colors cannot make a proper rainbow
A rainbow should be praised if drawn in mixed-breed hues
That field of flowers, natures pallet
We should begin with a box of 124 and grow infinitely
Where lilac dragons can live in cherry trees
Where those waist-high weeds hide the predator from the prey
For where would we be without cops and robbers, or hide and seek
In a world where out of sight incites widespread panic
Children's laughter in the sun is slowly silenced by the rules
Instead, embrace the joy and encourage creativity
We should harbor imagination and develop unreality
For it is there that is born the ideas that will form the future
See you there this weekend~
and I only long to be with you
the unrequited dream of dreams
that will forever never
come true
blog added by Lady Newell & Friends / Guest Curator WASTECENTRAL
The Minotaur : Thom Yorke & Stanley Donwood
THE MINOTAUR
LAZARDIES AND KOFLER & KOMPANIE PRESENT THE MINOTAUR AND PRET A DINER - AT THE OLD VIC TUNNELS. FROM 10TH TO THE 25TH OCTOBER 2011
In a innovative partnership with Steve Lazardies, KP Kofler will introduce PRET A DINER to the London stage for the very first time, with top Michelin-starred chefs Nuno Mendes (Viajante, London), Matthias Scmidt (Villa Merton, Frankfurt), Ollysan and Juan Amador (Amador, Manheim).
Steve Lazardies has comissioned artist from his international stable to each create their own interpretation of the classical myth 'The Minotaur' within a stunning Labyrinth installation
The Minotaur is finally open to the public after an outstanding turn out on Monday evening for the Opening Party with hauds of guests queuing down the street after we maxed capacity inside the tunnels. A massive Lazarides thank you to everyone that came to celebrate with us and we hope you all enjoy the show overthe next two weeks.
Having taken over The Old Vic Tunnels for the second year in a row, the subterranean space connected to the famous South London theatre, street art gallerist Steve Lazarides has seriously upped the ante for his latest exhibition, 'Minotaur'. Incorporating a deeply disconcerting maze featuring a sonic installation by Thom Yorke, a large-scale mesmerizing abstract film projection reflected in an ominous and regal pool of water, two sculptures made from what appear to be dead rats, graphic footage of bullfighting shown on loop in a cinema and a lavish secret pop-up restaurant by German restaurateurs Pret A Diner, amongst other things, this is more visual theatre than your average art exhibition.
Read More on Dazed / Thank Inez!!
Stanley Downwood about the Minotaur said: "I spent a week in the tunnels building the black labyrinth, with a lot of help from many people. The structure is called Mithras Tauroctonos Subterranea."
Prints from The Minotaur
by Stanley Donwood here!!
View more pics here!!
Como se podrán haber dado cuenta soy mexicano hablo español mas que nada por obviedad pero no escribo para que me conozcan si no porque la verdad aun no entiendo muy bien lo que es w.a.s.t.e. central y quisiera que alguien me ayudara, gracias.
As you may have noticed I am Mexican, I speak Spanish more than anything obviously but i´m not writing to you know me, i write this becous i don´t understand so much this place and i want to someone help me, thanks
I lost my countdown
still would've liked to see it with my own eyeballs
hunting for more pictures of
brilliant!
http://www.dazeddigital.com/artsandculture/article/11788/1/steve-lazarides-minotaur