Wednesday, October 31, 2018

WHEN A STRANGER CALLS
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Fred Walton
USA, 1978

Tuesday, October 30, 2018


Thierry Smits
Anima Ardens, 2016
EZRA POUND - "Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku"

The red and green kingfishers
flash between the orchids and clover,
One bird casts its gleam on another.
Green vines hang through the high forest,
They weave a whole roof to the mountain,
The lone man sits with shut speech,
He purrs and pats the clear strings.
He throws his heart up through the sky,
He bites through the flower pistil
and brings up a fine fountain.
The red-pine-tree god looks at him and wonders.
He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,
He takes 'Floating Hill' by the sleeve,
He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.

But you, you dam'd crowd of gnats,
Can you even tell the age of a turtle?

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Tuesday, October 23, 2018


FRANKENSTEIN MEETS THE WOLFMAN

Roy William Neill
USA, 1943

THE GHOST OF FRANKENSTEIN

Erle C. Kenton,
USA, 1942



SON OF FRANKENSTEIN

Roland V. Lee
USA, 1939


YATAO
"Eagle Eye"

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From YouTube:

For this one we made a short stop in Czech Republic while driving from Prague to Vienna on our PATH OF INTEGRITY album release tour.

The song came up to our mind after a very intense part of our last tourblock. Sometimes it`s good to step back a bit, calm your mind, and watch the thoughts from a higher level.

Monday, October 22, 2018

Wednesday, October 17, 2018


In this episode we take a tour of Richard and Kunie’s property, Abdallah House, in Seymour, Australia. On this 1/7th of an acre property, the owners have made the most of the available space through thoughtful design of the garden, house, and marginal spaces. 



Saturday, October 13, 2018

Friday, October 12, 2018

Sunday, October 7, 2018


THE COLUMBIA BOOK OF CHINESE POETRY
Early Times to the Thirteenth Century

Burton Watson

Friday, October 5, 2018

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Monday, October 1, 2018

WALLACE SHAWN
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If Dick Cheney had been obsessed by the poetry of John Ashbery, there would be a lot of people alive today who are now dead.