African art

[caption id="attachment_2000" align="alignnone" width="550" caption="The Inevitable - Ibrahim Mohammed El-Salahi"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_2001" align="alignnone" width="550" caption="Goniwe - Willie Bester "][/caption] [caption id="attachment_2009" align="alignnone" width="550" caption="Semekazi - Willie Bester"][/caption] [caption id="attachment_2008" align="alignnone" width="550" caption="Hamba Kahle - Willie Bester"][/caption]
continue... 29 January 2011 // Art
Whistling another tired song

Whistling another tired song

{sung by Jamie Cullum & Clint Eastwood}

So tenderly your story is
nothing more than what you see
or what you've done or will become
standing ...

continue... 10 January 2011 // Music

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence

"Have I been in love before? Is that it?" he said, guessing my thoughts at once. "That I can tell you. No, never before — nothing at all like what I feel now." But a sudden painful recollection seemed to flash across his mind. "No," he said sadly; "in this too I need your compassion, in order to have the right to love you. Well, was I not bound to think ...

continue... 10 January 2011 // Literature
The intelligent and disillusioned characters who make us feel better

The intelligent and disillusioned characters who make us feel better

Wes Anderson's The Royal Tenenbaums with every single shot stylistically beautifully executed is an invitation to the human disastrous condition and the poignant humorous escapism ...

continue... 08 January 2011 // Movies
Wasted all the time

Wasted all the time

Time, time, time
See what's become of me

Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities

I was ...

continue... 28 November 2010 // Movies, Music

what matters is that we embark

Ed: You know that quote in the beginning where Kane says, it might be fun to run a newspaper?
Well I think that’s how Orson Wells approached this; it might be fun to make a movie. He didn’t know what he was doing, yet he did something that was perfect. Makes you think what’s possible.

Leonard: Hah. Maybe this is it.

Ed: What?

Leonard: White medicine: movies. ...

continue... 17 November 2010 // Movies

Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.  He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.  The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.  His many legs, pitifully thin ...

continue... 14 November 2010 // Literature


Feel's like I'm getting older
I'm not afraid
although I'm worlds apart from yesterday
and yet I can't believe I'm old enough today
to be in love, and feel in love
and see if love's the way

I don't need fancy places
to spend the time,
I'm happy just to be here
with you tonight
and yet I'm not so sure
the time is really right
to be in love, ...

continue... 23 October 2010 // Music