Wasted Sunsets (Perfect Strangers)

 “A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon 

and then dripped over and was gone, 

and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, 

and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, 

hung over the spot of its going. 

And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, 

and darkness crept over the land from the east.”

 
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

 

  

#dark, #destiny-quotes, #dreams, #earth, #life, 

#life-journey, #light, #moon, #poetry, #sun, #sunrise, #sunset

Key of Knowledge

“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. 

They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. 

Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and

 flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years

Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?

And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed.

 They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, 

 very nearly, human.” 

― Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge

 

  death, ego, houses, human, life, old-houses, spirit, years

 

 

ArtHalle One Summer Show

 

'Bucharest weather may be unpredictable, 

but you can always rely on ArtHalle to bring the heat with our One Summer Show. 

From 08th August at our 10 Budisteanu Gallery 

we will be exhibiting artworks by a range of ArtHalle artists,

 all of which were previously displayed at exhibitions during the year.
Throughout the duration of the show, 

as we sell the artworks we will replenish the show with yet more wonderful artworks, 

so be sure to keep visiting the gallery

 to get some ArtHalle beauties on your wall this summer!'

Dan St. Andrei

photo : Daliana Pacuraru

Chopper Academy

Amused To Death - Roger Waters

Doctor, Doctor, what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
what is the heart life of a color tv
what is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooooh western woman, Ooooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detatchment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle

Ooooh western woman, Oooooh western girl

And the children of Melrose strut their stuff
is absolute zero cold enough
and out in the valley, warm and clean
the little ones sit by their tv screen
no thoughts to think, no tears to cry
all sucked dry, down to the very last breathe
bartender what is wrong with me,
why am i so out of breathe
the captain said excuse me ma'am
the species has amused itself to death

amused itself to death
it has amused itself to death
amused itself to death

we watched a tragedy unfold
we did as we were told
we bought and sold
it was the greatest show on earth
but then it was over
we ohhed and awed
we drove our racing cars
we ate our last few jars of caviar
and somewhere out there in the stars
a keen eyed look out
spied a flickering light
our last hurrah
our last hurrah
and when they found our shadows
grouped round the tv sets
they ran down every lead
they repeated every test
they checked out all the data on their list
and then the alien anthropologist
admitted they were still perplexed
but on eliminating every other reason
for our sad demise
they logged the only explanation left
this species has amused itself to death

no tears to cry, no feelings left
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death

[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. 

And I... 

when I saw his name 

I was absolutely transfixed; 

it was as though he... he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. 

And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it,

 because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself,

 'Was there something else that I could have done?'

 [ "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] 

And that always sort of worried me. 

And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my... heart, if you like." 

[donna:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?" 

[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete... eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

 

Songwriters: Roger Waters

Amused to Death lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

Roger Waters - Amused to Death