Saturday, February 29, 2020

Friday, February 28, 2020



Baikal Nomads
MIXTAPE 32
Sadhu Sensi

Downtempo / Electronic / Multicultural / Ethnic / Deep House

LAL DED

This body that you’re fussing over, this body that you’re beautifying, this body that you’re wearing to the party, this body will end as ash.

Thursday, February 27, 2020

ANDRZEJ ŻUŁAWSKI

To please the majority is the requirement of the Planet Cinema. As far as I'm concerned, I don't make a concession to viewers, these victims of life, who think that a film is made only for their enjoyment, and who know nothing about their own existence.

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Friday, February 21, 2020



Baikal Nomads
MIXTAPE 31
Deep Filip

Ethnic / World / Electronic / Deep House / Multicultural / Downtempo


Monday, February 17, 2020


LA VAMPIRE NUE
-
THE NUDE VAMPIRE

Jean Rollin
France, 1970


REQUIEM POUR UN VAMPIRE
-
REQUIEM FOR A VAMPIRE

Jean Rollin
France, 1971

Sunday, February 16, 2020


HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH

John Cameron Mitchell

Portland Center Stage at The Armory
In the Ellyn Bye Studio
128 NW Eleventh Ave
Portland, OR 97209

Saturday, February 15, 2020

LE VIOL DU VAMPIRE
-
THE RAPE OF THE VAMPIRE

Jean Rollin
France, 1968

LE FRISSON DES VAMPIRES
-
SHIVER OF THE VAMPIRES

Jean Rollin
France, 1970

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

EMIL CIORAN
The Trouble with Being Born

I know that my birth is fortuitous, a laughable accident, and yet, as soon as I forget myself, I behave as if it were a capital event, indispensable to the progress and equilibrium of the world.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI
From Selected Poems

The birds sang in the dust
in an elaborate weave, ambiguous,
deafening, prey to existence

poor passions lost between the modest
summits of groves of mulberry and elder;
and I, like them, in secluded places

reserved for the lost and pure,
would wait for evening to fall,
for the silent smells of fire

and joyous misery to fill the air,
for the Angelus bell to toll, veiled
in the new peasant mystery

fulfilled in the ancient mystery.

Monday, February 10, 2020

GEORGE HARRISON

If everyone who had a gun just shot themselves, there wouldn’t be a problem.

-

It can never be said ofter enough, or loud enough.

Saturday, February 8, 2020

EMIL CIORAN
A Brief History of Decay

His power to adore is responsible for all his crimes: A man who loves a god unduly forces other men to love his god, eager to exterminate them if they refuse.
FERNANDO PESSOA

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

Friday, February 7, 2020



Baikal Nomads
MIXTAPE 29
Noy Ara

Ethnic / Chillout / Electronic / Chillout / Techno / Downtempo

Thursday, February 6, 2020


THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE
Season 2

Philip K. Dick, Frank Spotnitz, Daniel Percival
USA, 2016
AWA KENZO
Zen Bow, Zen Arrow

In the dojo, aim for truth.
At home, aim for harmony.
At work, aim for progress.
Among friends, aim for trust.
In the world, aim for sincerity.


Wednesday, February 5, 2020


TERRORE NELLO SPAZIO
-
PLANET OF THE VAMPIRES

Mario Bava
Italy, 1965
TALLULAH BANKHEAD

It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.


Tuesday, February 4, 2020

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE
Season 1

Philip K. Dick, Frank Spotnitz, Daniel Percival
USA, 2015

Monday, February 3, 2020


LA DONNA DEL LAGO
-
THE POSSESSED

Luigi Bazzoni, Franco Rossellini
Italy, 1965


OLIVER SACKS
Gratitude

I thought I would die at 41, when I had a bad fall and broke a leg while mountaineering alone. I splinted the leg as best I could and started to lever myself down the mountain, clumsily, with my arms. In the long hours that followed, I was assailed by memories, both good and bad. Most were in a mode of gratitude — gratitude for what I had been given by others, gratitude too that I had been able to give something back.

At nearly 80, with a scattering of medical and surgical problems, none disabling, I feel glad to be alive — “I’m glad I’m not dead!” sometimes bursts out of me when the weather is perfect. (This is in contrast to a story I heard from a friend who, walking with Samuel Beckett in Paris on a perfect spring morning, said to him, “Doesn’t a day like this make you glad to be alive?” to which Beckett answered, “I wouldn’t go as far as that.”) I am grateful that I have experienced many things — some wonderful, some horrible — and that I have been able to write a dozen books, to receive innumerable letters from friends, colleagues, and readers, and to enjoy what Nathaniel Hawthorne called ‘an intercourse with the world.’

-

EURYTHMICS
from "I've Got a Lover (Back in Japan)"

I've got a lover back in japan
He's got tattoos
He's my Superman
I try to call him up from time to time
We can talk about the weather
Is the weather fine?

THE LEGEND OF THE HOLY DRINKER

Ernanno Olni
Italy, 1988
HALLDÓR LAXNESS
Independent People

It’s a useful habit never to believe more than half of what people tell you, and not to concern yourself with the rest. Rather keep your mind free and your path your own.
RADCLYFFE HALL
"On the Hill-Side"

          A Memory

You lay so still in the sunshine,
So still in that hot sweet hour—
That the timid things of the forest land
Came close; a butterfly lit on your hand,
Mistaking it for a flower.

You scarcely breathed in your slumber,
So dreamless it was, so deep—
While the warm air stirred in my veins like wine,
The air that had blown through a jasmine vine,
But you slept—and I let you sleep.


Sunday, February 2, 2020


TEOREMA

Pier Paolo Pasolini
Italy, 1969
PIER PAOLO PASOLINI

I am black with love
neither boy nor nightingale
perfectly whole as a flower
I desire without impulse

OEPIPUS REX

Pier Paolo Pasolini
Italy, 1967
WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA
"Negative"

In the dun-colored sky
A cloud even more dun-colored
With the black outline of the sun.

To the left, that is, to the right
A white cherry branch with black flowers.

On your dark face, light shadows.
You have sat down at a small table
And laid your grayed hands on it.

You give the impression of a ghost
Who attempts to summon the living.

(Because I'm still counted among them,
I should appear and knock:
Good night, that is, good morning,
Farewell, that is, hello.
Not being stingy with questions to any answer
If they concern life,
That is, the storm before the calm.)


Translated by Joanna Trzeciak

Saturday, February 1, 2020


LA MASCHERE DEL DEMONIO
-
BLACK SUNDAY

Mario Bava
Italy, 1960



1917

Sam Mendes
UK/USA, 2019
WILFRED OWEN
"Futility"

Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved,—still warm,—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?