Thursday, April 26, 2007
and a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness
vacillation
worse vacillation
sent by a friend [you say "sometimes"]
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone
Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,
Sets up a secret and unwavering scale
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms
Woven into the texture of this life.
If there is a limit to all things and a measure
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,
Who will tell us to whom in this house
We without knowing it have said farewell?
Through the dawning window night withdraws
And among the stacked books which throw
Irregular shadows on the dim table,
There must be one which I will never read.
There is in the South more than one worn gate,
With its cement urns and planted cactus,
Which is already forbidden to my entry,
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.
There is a door you have closed forever
And some mirror is expecting you in vain;
To you the crossroads seem wide open,
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.
There is among all your memories one
Which has now been lost beyond recall.
You will not be seen going down to that fountain
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.
You will never recapture what the Persian
Said in his language woven with birds and roses,
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,
You wish to give words to unforgettable things.
And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?
They will be as lost as Carthage,
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.
At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.
Jorge Luis Borges, limits
tarted by ---gallizio
in the memoryless lines era
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Tra queste strade che scavano il tramonto,
una ce ne sarà (non so quale) che ho percorso
gia' per l’ultima volta, indifferente
e senza indovinarlo, sottomesso
a Colui che prefissa onnipotenti norme
e una segreta e rigida misura
alle ombre, ai sogni e alle forme
che intessono e che stessono questa vita.
Se per tutto c’e' termine e punto fermo
e ultima volta e mai piu' e oblio,
chi ci dira' a chi, in questa casa,
senza saperlo abbiamo detto addio?
Dietro il vetro ormai grigio la notte cessa,
e in quel mucchio di libri che una tronca
ombra dilata sulla vaga tavola
qualcuno ce ne sara' che non leggeremo mai.
C’e' verso Sud piu' di un cancello logoro
con i suoi vasi di cemento e sabbia
e fichidindia, che al mio passo e' vietato
come se fosse una litografia.
Per sempre hai richiuso qualche porta
e c’e' uno specchio che ti attende invano;
il crocevia ti sembra aperto
e lo vigila il quadrifronte Giano.
Fra tutti i tuoi ricordi ce n’e' uno
che si e' perduto irreparabilmente;
non ti vedranno scendere a quella fonte
ne' il bianco sole ne' la gialla luna.
Non tornera' la tua voce a quel che il persiano
disse nella sua lingua di uccelli e di rose,
quando al tramonto, davanti alla luce sparsa,
vorrai dire cose indimenticabili.
E l’incessante Rodano e il lago,
tutto quello ieri sul quale oggi m’inchino?
Perduto sara' ormai come Cartagine,
che a fuoco e sale cancello' il latino.
Credo nell’alba di udire un operoso
tramestio di folle che si allontanano:
tutti quelli che mi hanno amato e dimenticato;
gia' spazio e tempo e Borges mi abbandonano.
jorge luis borges, limiti
tartito da ---gallizio
all'epoca dei versi senza memoria
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Labels: borges, limits, mariopischedda, memories, poetry
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
world citizen
sickness of the world
more sickness
I want to feel
until my heart can take no more
And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't give
I want to break
The indifference of the days
I want a conscience that will keep me wide awake
I won't be disappointed
I won't be disappointed
I won't be
I saw a face
It was a face I didn't know
Her sadness told me everything about my own
Can't let it be
When least expected there she is
Gone the time and space that separates us
And I'm not safe
I think I need a second skin
No, I'm not safe
World citizen
World citizen
I want to travel by night
Across the steppes and over seas
I want to understand the cost
of everything that's lost
I want to pronounce all their names correctly
World citizen
World citizen
I won't be disappointed
I won't be
She doesn't laugh
We've gone from comedy to commerce
And she doesn't fell the ground she walks upon
I turn away
And I'm not sleeping well at night
And while I know this isn't right
What can you do?
david sylvian & ryuichi sakamoto, world citizen
tarted by ---gallizio
in the pay-as-you-go-4-all-your-mistakes-ever era
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Labels: citizen, mariopischedda, sakamoto, sylvian, world
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
sometimes they come back
The Times They Are A-Changin'
tarted by ---gallizio
in the ever matching era
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Labels: gallizio, kathmandu, nepal
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
what's on a man's mind?
de vinculis in genere
Passing alone to those realms
The object erst of thine exalted thought,
I would rise to infinity: then I would compass the skill
Of industries and arts equal to the objects.
There would I be reborn: there on high I would foster for thee
Thy fair offspring, now that at length cruel
Destiny hath run her whole course
Against the enterprise whereby I was wont to withdraw to thee.
Fly not from me, for I yearn for a nobler refuge
That I may rejoice in thee. And I shall have as guide
A god called blind by the unseeing.
May Heaven deliver thee, and every emanation
Of the great Architect be ever gracious unto thee:
But turn thou not to me unless thou art mine.
giordano bruno, a sonnet
tarted by ---gallizio
in the everburning flaming thought age of rebirth
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Labels: bruno, gallizio, giordano, kathmandu, mariopischedda, poetry, sardinia
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
what I see at my feet
durban's square, after/noon
I see the flowers at my feet
and it’s the others I see.
Those we trod down with equal step.
It is true they are the same
samuel beckett, enough
Vedo i fiori ai miei piedi
e sono altri i fiori che io vedo.
Quelli che ritmicamente calpestavamo.
Sono poi gli stessi.
samuel beckett, basta
tarted by ---gallizio
at the barefoot time
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Labels: beckett, durbans, gallizio, kathmandu, nepal, square
new beuys on the block: we need trees
early morning on the road
[earlier]
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have a ride to we need trees, the weblog of my iranian friend mohammad tajeran, biking worldwide and planting trees [here in Pokhara] (watch here some project details in his own words). We had a gorgeus dinner in kathmandu together. By far the utmost important meeting here in Nepal for me. By the way: he's in Malaysia now!
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Finally in MaliysIa
Finally after 3 days restless traveling from KTM to KUL ,I arrived here yesterday night and just after arrival I found that I have to bike to KUL for 70km which was a little bit hard after 2 days sleepless,but weather was cool at night and just 3 hours cycling from airport to KUL was wonderful after 1 month rest in KTM.
and about story of trip....
my fly was for 6 Ap from KTM to Dhaka nd in the same day to KUL,but as I wrote the first fly camnceled and just a day after we could fly to Dhaka. it was nice due to 1 day more in KTM made a chance to meet Annamaria again and had a nice lunch together and also met Furke again on the street. ok after 1 day delay we flied to Dhaka but there was no fly to KUL and just we went to hotel for a night and we had dinner at 4AM!!!!!! such a nice breakfast as a dinner at early morning.it was a good chance to visit Dhaka for a day, they said me that I have to be in hotel by 6 PM to go airport and just I went out to visit the city, but about 3PM I told myself,oh Mohammad dont trust them about time and just call them , I called them and they said hey fly is at 5 an dyou have to com eback by 15min. ok... I took a taxi and just they transfered me to airport and in airport they sied that there is no fly to KUL and you have to fly to Bankok and then from there you can fly to KUL!!!! there was no choice and we went to Bankok and we were there for 1 day in airport which is a huge market with an airport inside!!! it was very nice visiting that nice market after 4 month traveling in some places like Nepal.
Mohammad's report goes on here
tarted by ---gallizio
in the IOY promises era
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Labels: filippo, gallizio, iran, kathmandu, mohammad, nepal, philipo, weneedtrees
Sunday, April 08, 2007
[happy easter] siate salvifichi-nepalici-pandemici
pittulongu 4 maecenas
io auguro una buona pasqua affettuosissima al mio mecenate editore importante, marxista dolce like me...un alito di vento e pensiero mite dalla sardegna fino al nepal
mario
excited about a mouse
photocredit
non so cosa significhi questa aspra parola shardana "marxista",
ma evidentemente fa parte della mia persona.
Il refolo mite e' arrivato sin qui.
(Pasqua e' la salvezza, in fondo)
siate salvifici-nepalici-pandemici
gallizio
tartito da ---gallizio
al tempo franco post-nuragico prekaralante e mai precario
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Labels: easter, mariopischedda, nepal, richardbull, sardegna
Sunday, April 01, 2007
u r my archive
> anteprima mondiale 4 u da tesaurizzare archiviare incastonare in our
> video,
> lavorare sodo per il 2017, senza tregua, senza riposo, x la serie "eroi
> per
> nulla"
>> mario, fuori orario ieri notte, registrazione / cilecca, ma l'ho visto un
>> po', c'era dogora, non potevo dimenticarlo; e gh. ti ha salutato,
>> all'inizio. Sai cosa dove quando verrà trasmesso stanotte?
tartito da ---gallizio
al tempo del fuori fuoco a pelo d'acqua
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Labels: egh, fuoriorario, governoprovvisorio, mariopischedda
