Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school | Photos by Frederic Boissonnas (1913)

Frédéric Boissonnas,  Dancing exercises by girls of Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school in Dresden, 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas, Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school (Four Dancers in Flight), 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas,  Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school, 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas, Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school, 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas, 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas, Rhythmic dance scene at the institute Jaques Dalcroze, 1913
Frédéric Boissonnas, Jacques Dalcroze's dancing school,1913

Émile Jaques-Dalcroze (1865-1950) was an Austrian composer, musician and music educator who developed Dalcroze 
Eurhythmics, an approach to learning and experiencing music through movement. Dalcroze eurhythmics influenced 
Carl Orff's pedagogy, used in music education throughout the United States.

The Dalcroze method consists of three equally important elements: eurhythmics, solfège, and improvisation.

Book//mark - Hotel Iris | Yōko Ogawa, 1996

 Hotel Iris, 1996                                                                                                           Yōko Ogawa

''My senses seem sharpest when the guests are all checked in, settled in their rooms getting ready for bed. From my stool behind the desk, I can hear and smell and feel everything happening in the hotel. I can't say I have much experience or even any real desires of my own, but just by shutting myself up behind the desk, I can imagine every scene being played out by the people spending the night at the Iris. Then I erase them one by one and find a quiet place to lie down and sleep.'' 

''He had undressed me with great skill, his movements no less elegant for all their violence. Indeed, the more he shamed me, the more refined he became — like a perfumer plucking the petals from a rose, a jeweler prying open an oyster for its pearl.''

''She resists, but he seizes her by the hair and throws her into the lake...She does not know how to swim, so her arms and legs thrash uselessly and her mouth opens and closes in wild convulsions...'' 

''I can picture every detail of Marie's suffering, from the way the seaweed wraps about her ankles to the echoes of her cries among the birches. And then, in my mind, you, Mari, have taken her place.''

''Would you like to have lunch at my home next Tuesday? I will cook for you.''

''The blades touched my abdomen. A cold shock ran through me, and my head began to spin. If he had pressed just a bit harder, the scissors might have pierced my soft belly. The skin would have peeled back, the fat beneath laid bare. Blood would have dripped on the bedspread.''

''The desires of the human heart know no reason or rules.''

''How lovely your pale face looks when you are on the verge of suffocating and want to ask for my help...How long will this weather continue? It's the worst hot spell I have seen since moving to the island.''

"“I'm sorry. Forgive me” They were words I had said over and over to my mother since childhood. Though I'd had no idea what forgiveness meant I had cried for it nonetheless.

"I was confused and afraid, and yet somewhere deep inside I was praying that voice would someday give me an order, too." 

''It was as if a tiny crack had opened somewhere in him and was growing, tearing him to pieces. If he had simply been angry, I might have found a way to calm him, but I had no idea how to put him back together once he came apart.''

''But I wanted this body I worshipped to be ugly - only then could I taste my disgrace. Only when I was brutalized, reduced to a sack of flesh, could I know pure pleasure.'' 

''“I betrayed you,” I said, so quietly that I hardly knew it was my own voice. It felt like a lie even though I told the truth. He stood perfectly still. A siren sounded, long and low.
“You can't get home. They've stopped the boat,” he said.

Strangely, I did not think about Mother, or what I would tell her tomorrow. It seemed that tomorrow would never come.'' 

Yōko Ogawa, Hotel Iris, 1996
tr. Stephen Snyder

Calendar | Photos by Hiroshi Hamaya, 1948-59

Hiroshi Hamaya, Asa Hamaya, 1948-49                                        Hiroshi Hamaya, Asa Hamaya, 1948-49
Hiroshi Hamaya, Geisha walking, Ginza, Tokyo,1936                        H. C.-Bresson, Hiroshi Hamaya and his wife, Japan, 1978
Hiroshi Hamaya, Urumchi, Xianjiang, China, 1956
Hiroshi Hamaya, China, 1956                                                         Hiroshi Hamaya, Sian, China, n.d.
Hiroshi Hamaya, China, 1956
 Hiroshi Hamaya, Rice Harvesting, Yamagata Prefecture 1955                     Hiroshi Hamaya, Urumchi, Hsinchiang, China, 1956 
 Hiroshi Hamaya, Rice Planting, Toyama Prefecture, 1955
 Hiroshi Hamaya, A Woman Planting Rice, Toyama Prefecture, Japan, 1957                                  Hiroshi Hamaya, Rural Japan, 1955
Hiroshi Hamaya, Dying byarns for weaving, Niigata, 1956
 Hiroshi Hamaya                                                                         Hiroshi Hamaya, Women diving for seaweed, Fukui, Japan, 1958
 Hiroshi Hamaya, Woman Harvesting, Yamagato, 1954                                                 Hiroshi Hamaya, Tokyo, 1959
René Burri, Hiroshi Hamaya taking photos, Japan, 1961

The sea draws / Living by default | Tristan Corbière, 1845 -75

Malo Renault, illustration for Tristan Corbière, La Rapsodie foraine et le Pardon de Sainte-Anne. Poèm. 1920

“The little white pieces / Fell in the mist like a flock of gulls.”

“It’s the sea,—a flat calm.—And the great tide / With a far-off roar has withdrawn.”

''The waves will soon come rumbling back in. / Can you hear the crabs scratching about in the dark?”


It’s life: listen, the living spring sings
The eternal song over the sticky earth
Of a sea god stretching his limbs nude and green
On the bed of the Morgue … and his big eyes are open.


Tristan Corbiere, manuscript 

Malevolent Landscape

Sands of old bones - The sea draws
Last gasps: its swell bursting, sound on sound …
- To see the night through, the moon trawls
Pallid swamp, gulping fat worms down.

- Calm of the plague, kiln of fever …
The damned will o’ the wisp is languishing.
- Through fetid grass the lily-livered
Warlock of a hare is vanishing …

- The white Washerwoman spreads
The dirty linen of the dead
Under the wolves’ sun … - Schools

Of toads, small, melancholy
Succentors, with their bags of colic,
Poison the mushrooms, their stools.

Guérande Marsh. – April


Does anything not to do a thing.
Drifts nowhere and beyond; swashbuckler, yob,
Privateer, two-faced, on shipboard or shore job;
Lackey, freebooter, black, white, soldier – hired –
Hit-man, does anything and all required, […]


Sands of old bones – And the tide coughs
Up death-knells, kicking buckets of noisy spray…
– Pallid salt marsh where the moon scoffs
Fat worms to while the night away.


* Paris at Night, translation Christopher Pilling  / ~ Paris Nocturne, translation Noelle Kocot /
^ Renegade, Seafarers, translation Peter Dale / ^^ Ill-Boding Landscape, Armorica, translation Peter Dale /
+ translation Christopher Pilling / # translation Peter Dale

Tristan Corbiere disguised as a woman and as a sailor 

– I found her – many springs, post me,
Many score years, score francs in fee,
Many holes burnt, much moonings blank
After – Still virgin and twenty… rank:
Colonel to the Commune – to be frank!

À la mémoire de Zulma vierge folle hors barrière et d'un Louis #

"I have the clearness of the moon / And for friends I have amorous vagabonds with no money."

“I have taken my hurdy-gurdy and my lyre, to try / to call you back” 

“in concubinage with the Muses.”

“Art does not know me, and I don’t know Art.” 

“Blasé, unsatisfied soul”

''He died expecting to live and lived expecting to die.''


Tristan Corbière, 1845-75


Flick Review < The Navigator | Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton (1924)

The Navigator, 1924

Directors: Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton
Writers: Clyde Bruckman, Joseph A. Mitchell & Jean C. Havez
Stars:  Buster Keaton, Kathryn McGuire, Frederick Vroom


The Navigator Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton, 1924
The Navigator Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton, 1924
The Navigator Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton, 1924
Buster Keaton and Kathryn McGuire in publicity still for The Navigator, 1924 
The Navigator Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton, 1924
The Navigator Donald Crisp & Buster Keaton, 1924
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