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lunes, 15 de abril de 2019

THE VOYAGE OF LIFE


THE VOYAGE OF LIFE

A Five-Act Collage Juxtaposition of Bodies+Minds Changing as Time Goes By

William Shakespeare + Jacques Brel
+ Thomas Cole + Sandra Gaston + Shel Silverstein
+ Sandra Dermark


0. prelude.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one in their life plays many parts ...

Once there was ...
... a little boy.


My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way ...

He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew ...



act i. puberty - early adolescence

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And "shining" morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. 



Je m'appelle Zangra et je suis lieutenant
Au fort de Belonzio qui domine la plaine
D'où l'ennemi viendra qui me fera héros
En attendant ce jour je m'ennuie quelquefois
Alors je vais au bourg voir les filles en troupeaux
Mais elles rêvent d'amour et moi de mes chevaux

And every day the boy would come
and he would gather leaves
and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.
He would climb up ...
and swing from ... branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide and seek.
And when he was tired, he would sleep in the shade.

And the boy loved ... very much.


My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", ...

... he said, "That's okay"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed



act ii. late adolescence - young adulthood



And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrows. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.

Je m'appelle Zangra et déjà capitaine
Au fort de Belonzio qui domine la plaine
D'où l'ennemi viendra qui me fera héros
En attendant ce jour je m'ennuie quelquefois
Alors je vais au bourg voir la jeune Consuelo
Mais elle parle d'amour et moi de mes chevaux


But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

Then one day the boy came ... : “Come, Boy, come and climb up ... and swing from ... branches and eat apples and play in the shade and be happy.”
“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy. “I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
“ I’m sorry,” ... “but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them .... Then you will have money and you will be happy.”

And so the boy climbed up ... and gathered ... apples and carried them away.

Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"



act iii. midlife

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. 

Je m'appelle Zangra maintenant commandant
Au fort de Belonzio qui domine la plaine
D'où l'ennemi viendra qui me fera héros
En attendant ce jour je m'ennuie quelquefois
Alors je vais au bourg boire avec don Pedro
Il boit à mes amours et moi à ses chevaux



But the boy stayed away for long time. ... And then one day the boy came back ..., “ Come, Boy, climb up ... and swing from ... branches and be happy.”
“ I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “ I want a house to keep me warm,” he said. “ I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”
“ I have no house,” ... “... but you may cut off ... branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.”

And so the boy cut off ... branches and carried them away to build his house.

...my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and the kids got the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"



act iv. early old age

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.



Je m'appelle Zangra je suis vieux colonel
Au fort de Belonzio qui domine la plaine
D'où l'ennemi viendra qui me fera héros
En attendant ce jour je m'ennuie quelquefois
Alors je vais au bourg voir la veuve de Pedro
Je parle enfin d'amour mais elle de mes chevaux

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, ... “Come, Boy,” ... whispered, “come and play.”
“ I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “ I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”
“... and make a boat,” ... “Than you can sail away… and be happy.”
And so the boy ... made a boat and sailed away.


act v. late senescence and death

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Je m'appelle Zangra hier trop vieux général
J'ai quitté Belonzio qui domine la plaine
Et l'ennemi est là je ne serai pas héros.

And after a long time the boy came back again. “I am sorry, Boy,” ... ... “My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy. ... “I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy. ... “ I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “ just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.”
“Well,” ...“well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. sit down and rest.” And the boy did.

The End


Конец 

lunes, 14 de marzo de 2016

THE PRICE OF A BOWL OF SWEET WINE

THE PRICE OF A BOWL OF SWEET WINE

Sandra Dermark
14th of March, 2016

Left
Right 
Left
Right
Left 
Right
Left 
Right
Left
Right
Company
Halt
Attention
In war, the strong make slaves of the weak...
(warfare as oppressive)
There is war in the mountains, and the kings of each side are calling to death. They are marching to battle. They have beaten upon their shields with their spears, and have put on their helmets of iron...
(warfare as deathbringing)
was tossing feverishly on his bed...
(infection)
had his head buried in his hands...
(exhaustion)
another body was lying, that of a young man of marvellous and foreign beauty, whose breast was stabbed with many red wounds...
(death penalty)
his face was strangely pale, and as he fell the blood gushed from his ears and nostrils. He quivered for a little, and then he was still...
(decompression)
writhed like a trampled snake, and a red foam bubbled from his lips...
(throat injury)
Livet är en blomma
vackert
och kort
och sârbart
(c'est la vie)
one whose armour was inlaid with gilt flowers, came up and made inquiry of the soldiers. And they said to him... "Nay," he cried, laughing...
(the officer class is part of the state apparatus)
Libera me 
Libera me
Libérame
Libérame
...for the price of a bowl of sweet wine.
...
The loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour is to wear a satin gown at the next Court-ball.
From the palace, one heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!"
"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it..."

(romance, eschewing gender roles)
The solemn minuet, performed by the dancing boys from the church of Nuestra Señora del Pilar, in Zaragoza, was charming. This wonderful ceremony takes place every year at Maytime in front of the high altar of the Virgin, and in her honour. 'Our Lady's Dance,' as it was called, certainly was a beautiful sight. The boys wore old-fashioned court dresses of white velvet, and their curious three-cornered hats were fringed with silver and surmounted with huge plumes of ostrich feathers, the dazzling whiteness of their costumes, as they moved about in the sunlight, being still more accentuated by their swarthy faces and long black hair. Everybody was fascinated by the grave dignity with which they moved through the intricate figures of the dance, and by the elaborate grace of their slow gestures, and stately bows, and when they had finished their performance and doffed their great plumed hats... 
(elegance, reconnecting with spirituality)
 the guards bowed down and made obeisance... 
...and the high officers ran forth to meet... and they abased themselves, and said...
Then he, whose armour was inlaid with gilt flowers, held up a shield, and cried...
...and the high officers knelt down and said...
(officers obey the State, the State can harm, but also do good)
Sine ira
Sine ira
Sine ira
Sine ira
Sine ira vivere volo
Sine ira vivere volo 
Sine ira vivere volo...

martes, 2 de junio de 2015

MY BIFAUXNEN COLLAGE


"True Worth Beyond Gender", 2nd of June 2015
Some of my favourite female characters from anime and fantasy fiction, alongside a real-life person.

The characters in this collage are the following strong female characters:

  • Haruka Tenoh (Sailor Uranus), university student and motor racer, Sailor Moon, 1992
  • Oscar-François de Jarjayes, general's daughter and military officer, La Rose de Versailles, 1972
  • Maria Tachibana, war veteran and actress specialized in playing breeches roles, Sakura Taisen, 1996
  • Falsetto, freedom fighter, Eternal Sonata, 2007
  • Naoto Shirogane, detective and teenaged student, Persona 4, 2008
  • Seira Azuma, class vice-president and teenaged student, Go! Princess Pretty Cure, 2015 (present)
  • Arya Stark, assassin-in-training, A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, 1996/present
  • Brienne of Tarth, knight, A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, 1998/present
  • Astrid Kolfinnsdottir, dictator's daughter and military officer, Waterfire Saga, 2014/present
  • Marija Serifovic, Serbian singer, winner of Eurovision Song Contest 2007


sábado, 23 de mayo de 2015

1960S FANART


"Manadas de mangantes, 200 estudiantes inician la revuelta: son los años sesenta"
MS Paint collage
23rd of June 2015 --- My very own tribute to a revolutionary decade.