Stereosc2pe + | Hope is tomorrow / Antonio Porchia

Robert Frank, Young man with tulip, Paris, 1949                              Constantine Manos, New York, 1961


"Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow."

Antonio Porchia


Chess | Serge Gainsbourg & France Gall

Serge Gainsbourg & France Gall

France Gall & Serge Gainsbourg - Les Sucettes

Odalisques, 1917-28 | Henri Matisse and his model | Photos by George Brassaï , Paris, 1939

 , Henri Matisse and his model at the Villa d'Alesia, Paris, 1939        Henri Matisse, Odalisque, 1923

George Brassaï, Matisse with his model, Paris, 1939    Henri Matisse, Standing Odalisque Reflected in Mirror 1923

 H. Matisse, Odalisque Standing with Fruit Tray , 1924       H. Matisse, Odalisque with Tambourine, 1926
  , Matisse and his model in the studio, 1939    Henri Matisse, Odalisque with a Turkish Chair, 1927-28


“I depend entirely on my model, whom I observe at liberty, and then I decide on the pose
which best suits her nature...and then I become the slave of that pose.”

Henri Matisse

  , Henri Matisse and his model at the Villa d'Alesia, Paris, 1939   Henri Matisse, Moorish Woman with Upheld Arms 1923
George Brassaï, Matisse with his model, Paris, 1939                 Henri Matisse, Nude on a Blue Cushion, 1924
Henri Matisse, Nude Lying on Her Back, 1927
Matisse and his model in the studio, 1939, 

Henri Matisse, Odalisque, 1917


On directing > Killer's Kiss (1955) | Stanley Kubrick

Killer's Kiss is a 1955 American film noir directed by Stanley Kubrick
and written by Kubrick and Howard Sackler. It is the second feature film directed by Kubrick.
Stars: Frank Silvera, Jamie Smith, Irene Kane


 “While Fear and Desire had been a serious effort, ineptly done, Killer’s Kiss… proved, 
I think, to be a frivolous effort done with conceivably more expertise though still down
in the student level of filmmaking.”

Stanley Kubrick

Stanley Kubrick filming Killer’s Kiss
Stanley Kubrick during the filming of Killer's Kiss in 1955


Paradise will be a kind of library | Jorge Luis Borges


“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
 Jorge Luis Borges


In "The Book of Imaginary Beings" by Jorge Luis Borges there are many strange creatures such as the Unicorn, the Hippogriff, the Wulfnik and the Basilisk. But there is no Jorge Luis Borges. What shall he be?

Is Borges--could he be--a Literary Lion? "I hope not," he says in the tentative voice of a man whose native language is Spanish and whose English is literary and word-perfect. To his sensitive ear a Literary Lion craves fame, riches, success.

"When I began writing in the 1920's in Buenos Aires, nobody thought of literature in terms of failure or success," he says. "You might publish an edition of 300 copies and these you gave away to your friends.

" He remembers musing to himself: "People in this country may be idiotic, but they won't be that idiotic--nobody would think of buying anything I've written.

" The American Academy of Arts and Letters and the National Institute of Arts and Letters made him an honorary member on March 25. "My mother will be 95 on May 22," he says. "I thought it a pity she couldn't be there--she would have enjoyed it far more than I did. She's interested in my literary career, I'm not interested in my literary career."

Columbia University today awards him an honorary Doctor of Letters degree. He will teach a class of student writers, and a reception will follow. His mother will not be there.

Even after he went blind, in 1955, Borges went on writing--essays, stories, poems--and, together with Samuel Beckett, won the Formentor Prize in 1961. "Suddenly, people in Buenos Aires began to think of my work," he says. "'Well, there must be something in it since it's been taken seriously in Europe."

" Today his short stories--some hardly dawdle past a paragraph--appear in The New Yorker, and they are collected in books. Essences of essences. Labyrinths within mazes within mirrors.

When he comes to this country--he is here on a visit now--he has an utterly respectful audience. How many Latin-American authors are so well translated? He is naturally taken as a candidate for elevation to the Nobel Prize.

Jorge Luis Borges at Edgar Allan Poe's grave in Baltimore, 1983

Beware! Who knows what this Imaginary Being will say next? On the "Today" show on television he invoked the name of Gustave Flaubert, and actually whispered a book's title in excellent French. The effect could not have been more startling had he changed into a Hippogriff and pecked at the startled interviewer.

Replying to questions, he draws from the cadences of memory. Borges says, "At my age [71], what can I do but plagiarize what I've already said, no?"

What shall a writer be in the glare of glosses on glosses and endless honors? Scholars consecrate volumes to his carefully turned ironies. Is he a Domesticated Industry?

Borges lives on the north side of Buenos Aires. Recently he took a taxi to the National Library on the south side. The taxi driver said, "Are you by any chance Borges?" 

Borges said "Well, more or less" or "I think so."

The taxi driver refused to take any money--and the same thing happened on the way home. "He hadn't read a line of what I'd written," says Borges. "Well, maybe I didn't have to pay because he hadn't read a line I'd written. He thinks, 'I'm an ignorant boor, I know nothing whatever. But this man stands for poetry, for culture, for those things that my gods have denied me.'"

"I knew I would go blind, because my father, my paternal grandmother, my great-grandfather, they had all gone blind," Borges says." Since the year we got rid of the unspeakable scoundrel Perσn, I have been unable to read or write. Consequently, if somebody tells me 'Well, I'll have to go and you'll be by yourself,' then I can just sit down and think or perhaps not think at all but let myself go on living."

He has written about the irony of going blind and simultaneously becoming director of the National Library. "I take good care that my books shouldn't quarrel with each other," he says. I don't suppose you should have your Bible and your Voltaire side by side. They wouldn't be comfortable, no? Voltaire might be poking fun at the Bible, or the Bible might be ignoring him, no?"

"When I lost my sight I was rather worried over it, and in my dreams I was always reading. Then somehow I never could read because a word became twice or thrice as long as it was, or rather instead of one line there would be other lines springing like branches out of it. Now I no longer dream of reading, because I know that's beyond me.

"Sometimes I see a closed book and then I say, 'I could read this particular book,' but at the same time even inside my dream I know I can't, so I take good care not to open that particular book."

He dislikes envy, hatred, malice. Not sloth. Borges likes to say that he is lazy:

"If some notion comes into my head, and now and then it does, let's say a notion about a story or about a poem, I do my best to discourage it. But if it keeps on worrying me then I let it have its way with me and I try to write it down in order to be rid of it.

"I have to dictate. I can't write. And that's why I have fallen back on classic forms of verse. I find that sonnets for example are very portable. You can walk all over a city and carry a sonnet inside your head, while you can hardly do that with free verse.


Diane Arbus, Jorge Luis Borges, Central Park, NYC, 1969


"As a very young man you don't know who you are. You may be Lincoln for all you know. You may be Walt Whitman. Then you're looking for yourself, while at my age one is only too keenly aware of one's limitations. For example, I know the kind of story I can write and the kind of story I may not attempt.

"I'm chiefly thinking in terms of the future, and this means I'm not really an old man. I'm looking forward not to stories I've written. After all, let them go their way. I'm rather thinking of what I'm about to write. In fact I think I have some five or six plots for new stories, and when I get back to Buenos Aires in a couple of months I'll begin working at them. When I come to dictate them they'll be much clearer than today, and they're clearer now than a week ago."

"I'm very fond of my native city, I love Buenos Aires. In fact I love it so much that I dislike other people liking it. Somebody told me the other day he was thinking of going to South America. I said, 'Well, I think you should go to Colombia. It's a very fine country.'"

Borges delights in skepticism, certainly about political leaders. Of course in my country most political leaders are really, well, I suppose I think of them in a sense as being, well, not gangsters but more or less the same kind of thing, no? I mean--people who go in for getting elected. What can you expect of a man like that?"

Long ago, he promised his mother to say the Lord's Prayer every night. "And ever since then I always say it. I don't know whether there's anybody at the other end of the line.

"Being an agnostic means all things are possible, even God, even the Holy Trinity. This world is so strange that anything may happen, or may not happen. Being an agnostic makes me live in a larger, a more fantastic kind of world, almost uncanny. It makes me more tolerant."

"Personally I'm not afraid of dying. I think that if somebody told me, 'You'll be executed tonight,' I'd say, 'Well, that's that! Of course one never knows. Maybe I would break down.

"I have a sort of fear of not dying, of going on. And I have also a personal fear about the immortality of the soul, because I wouldn't care to go on and on. I mean if I were sure of immortality and at the same time of utter oblivion then I wouldn't mind. But in that case what would immortality mean?

Sometimes I think, 'Why on earth should I die, since I have never done it? Why should I start a new habit at my age?'"


April 6, 1971, Borges, a Blind Writer With Insight, 
By ISRAEL SHENKER (New York Times)



Marilyn Monroe’s Personal Library


Marilyn Monroe reading Arthur Miller


Marilyn Monroe’s Personal Library

5) The Fall by Albert Camus
10) The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald
12) The Art Of Loving by Erich Fromm
13) The Prophet by Kahlil Gilbran
14) Ulysses by James Joyce
16) The Last Temptation Of Christ by Nikos Kazantzakis
17) On The Road by Jack Kerouac
18) Selected Poems by DH Lawrence
23) DH Lawrence: A Basic Study Of His Ideas by Mary Freeman
26) Death In Venice & Seven Other Stories by Thomas Mann
27) Last Essays by Thomas Mann
39) Long Day’s Journey Into Night by Eugene O’Neill
46) The Short Reigh Of Pippin IV by John Steinbeck
47) Once There Was A War by John Steinbeck
50) The Roman Spring Of Mrs Stone by Tennessee Williams
51) Camino Real by Tennessee Williams
52) A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams (with notes by MM)
54) Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
55) The Story Of A Novel by Thomas Wolfe
56) Look Homeward Angel by Thomas Wolfe
58) Thomas Wolfe’s Letters To His Mother, ed. John Skally Terry
59) A Farewell To Arms by Ernest Hemingway
60) The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
63) Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck
64) The American Claimant & Other Stories & Sketches by Mark Twain
66) The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
74) The Portable Poe – Edgar Allen Poe
75) The Portable Walt Whitman
78) Short Novels Of Colette
83) The Medal & Other Stories by Luigi Pirandello

French Literature

122) Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
123) The Works Of Rabelais
124) The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust
125) Cities Of The Plain by Marcel Proust
126) Within A Budding Grove by Marcel Proust
127) The Sweet Cheat Gone by Marcel Proust
128) The Captive by Marcel Proust
129) Nana by Emile Zola
130) Plays by Moliere
...
201) The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad
202) The Unnamable by Samuel Beckett
203) Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Dog by Dylan Thomas (Marilyn met Thomas in Shelley Winters’ apartment circa 1951)
204) Hear Us O Lord From Heaven Thy Dwelling Place, by Malcolm Lowry


Marilyn Monroe reading James Joyce, Francisco Goya


Modern Library

205) The Sound And The Fury/As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner
208) The Philosophy Of Schopenhauer by Irwin Edman
209) The Philosophy Of Spinoza by Joseph Ratner
210) The Dubliners by James Joyce
211) Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson
212) The Collected Short Stories by Dorothy Parker (Friend of Marilyn’s, lived nearby her Doheny Drive apartment in 1961)
213) Selected Works by Alexander Pope
214) The Red And The Black by Stendhal
215) The Life Of Michelangelo by John Addington
216) Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham (Niagara director Henry Hathaway wanted to film this with MM and James Dean. It was eventually made with Kim Novak and Laurence Harvey.)
219) Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert (a second copy?)
220) The Poems And Fairy-Tales by Oscar Wilde
221) Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland/Through The Looking Glass/The Hunting Of The Snark, by Lewis Carroll
223) An Anthology Of American Negro Literature, ed. Sylvestre C. Watkins

Music

224) Beethoven: His Spiritual Development by J.W.N. Sullivan
225) Music For The Millions by David Ewen
226) Schubert by Ralph Bates
227) Men Of Music by Wallace Brockaway and Herbert Weinstock

American Poetry

259) Robert Frost’s Poems by Louis Untermeyer (Marilyn befriended Untermeyer during her marriage to Arthur)
260) Poe: Complete Poems by Richard Wilbur (a 2nd copy?)
266) The American Puritans: Their Prose & Poetry, by Perry Miller
267) Selected Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke
268) Poet In New York by Federico Garcia Lorca
....
347) Redemption & Other Plays by Leo Tolstoy
348) The Viking Library Portable Anton Chekhov
349) The House Of The Dead, by Fyodor Dostoevsky
350) Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
352) The Plays Of Anton Chekhov
353) Smoke by Ivan Turgenev
354) The Poems, Prose & Plays Of Alexander Pushkin
355) The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky 
....

- complete catalogue here


Also:

Jazz Album Covers | Andy Warhol

Trombone By Three (Prestige; 1956) / Jay Jay Johnson, Kai Winding, Bennie Green



Andy Warhol's mother often did the lettering for his designs. Her lettering on the cover of a Louis Hardin album,
The Story of Moondog, won an award from the American Institute of Graphic Arts as "Andy Warhol's mother".
The writing had been rearranged graphically by Warhol for the cover.


1958:  Andy Warhol's mother  WINS A GRAPHIC DESIGN AWARD.


Cherry trees | Pablo Neruda / Nobuyoshi Araki

photos by Nobuyoshi Araki, Tokyo, 2013


"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

Pablo Neruda


What attracts you to the cherry blossoms in particular?

Nobuyoshi Araki: Flowers are there for me to love, and cherry blossoms are the top of their kind. I can’t quite put my affection for them into words, and that’s why it continues to hold a special place in my photographs. When standing under the old trees, the layers of flower petals look like women’s underwear, transparent to the sky above.



Τσίρκο | Μιμίκα Κρανάκη, 1950

εξώφυλλο: Javier Vilato (ανιψιός του Pablo Picasso)


 Φεύγω όταν η μαγεία είναι δυνατότερη απο μένα όπως τραβιέμαι πίσω κάθε φορά που σκύβω πάνω απο 'να πολύ βαθύ πηγάδι. Σίγουρα  με κάποια λύπη για τις αγάπες πού θα μπορούσαν να.
Φεύγω όταν τα πρόσωπα γίνονται πολύ πορτοκαλένια τόσο πού χάνω πια την αφή τους τόσο πού βυθίζομαι στο μυστικό τους ολοένα κι εκστατικότερα μια διάχυτη γοητεία ένα πλήθος μικρά σκοινάκια πού προσπαθούν να με δέσουν να παραλύσουν κάθε μου κίνηση και τότε ξυπνάω. Σίγουρα με κάποια λύπη για τις αγάπες πού θα μπορούσαν να.
'Απ' έξω μπορεί να φαίνομαι ανεύθυνος όμως έτσι μένει ακέρια η ομορφιά των πραγμάτων πού ούτε πέθαναν ούτε ζήσαν.
Εξάλλου αν ζούσα ως το τέλος όλους αυτούς τους αποχαιρετισμούς θα 'ταν δύσκολο να τους στριμώξω στην ίδια καρδιά θα ΄χε σπάσει την πρώτη φορά...

...Είναι η ελευθερία του φεύγω και κείνο το φτάνω δίχως μνήμη...
 

Μιμίκα Κρανάκη, Τσίρκο, 1950




Chess | Andrei & Arseny Tarkovsky

Young Andrei Tarkovsky playing chess with his father -
the poet Arseny Tarkovsky (1947)

The letter collages | Catalina Viejo, 2008-10

Letter to Those Who Think Outside the Box, 2009
Letter to the ones we’ve Lost, 2010
Letter to a Poet, 2008
Letter to Summer, 2008
Letter to God, 2008
Letter to Sex, 2009


The letter collages turn literal words into shapes of color, and specific palettes and structures arrive in each letter. Each letter is aimed at a very specific being. Just like any letter, I think about what I want to say and who I am saying it to. I create a psychological portrait in which I explore a personal dialogue and the feelings a specific subject generates within me.  
 Catalina Viejo ...Visit Catalina’s site to see more of her art...

The Displaced Persons Song | Thomas Pynchon, 1973












If you see a train this evening,
Far away against the sky,
Lie down in your wooden blanket,
Sleep, and let the train go by.

Trains have called us, every midnight,
From a thousand miles away,
Trains that pass through empty cities,
Trains that have no place to stay.

No one drives the locomotive,
No one tends the staring light,
Trains have never needed riders,
Trains belong to bitter night.

Railway stations stand deserted,
Rights-of-way lie clear and cold:
What we left them trains inherit,
Trains go on, and we grow old.

Let them cry like cheated lovers,
Let their cries find only wind.
Trains are meant for night and ruin.
We are meant for song and sin.


Thomas Pynchon, 
Gravity’s Rainbow, 1973


Bugle Call | Benny Goodman Orchestra, 1936

Circus Performers / Something dangerous | Claude Debussy



"The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. 
 There is always the hope that something dangerous will happen."

 Claude Debussy


Masquerade / Masks made out of brown paper bags | Saul Steinberg / Inge Morath (1959-1961)





Photographer Inge Morath and the artist Saul Steinberg 
they created the book, Masquerade. (1959-1961)


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