Jorge Luis Borges - The Craft Of Verse

1921. Jorge Luis Borges, age 22. photo from The Modern Word: The Garden of Forking Paths


Jorge Luis Borges [wiki]
The Modern Word: The Garden of Forking Paths
The Borgesian Cyclopaedia
Poem of Jorge Luis Borges in Buenos Aires, Argentina, about the 'soul' and the mythical foundation his beloved city


Jorge Luis Borges - The Craft Of Verse playlist
Six lectures that Borges delivered at Hartford University during the fall of 1967 and the spring of 1968. 後整理成書，中譯本《波赫士談詩論藝》
The Norton Lectures, delivered at Harvard University in the fall of 1967, by Jorge Luis Borges



1962. Borges in Texas, after accepting a position as visiting professor at the University of Texas in 1961. photo from The Modern Word: The Garden of Forking Paths

Sophie Calle

Sophie Calle photo from blogs.guardian.co.uk/art


Sophie Calle [wiki]
Sophie Calle [Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin]
Sophie Calle & Greg Shepard - No Sex Last Night aka Double-Blind [film] 1992, 75:58 min, color, sound



Sophie Calle Les Dormeurs, 1979 from acrstudio


Sophie Calle "Exquisite pain, 8 days to unhappiness (blue bed)" 1984 from Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin


Sophie Calle Exquisite Pain (Count Down - 66) 2000 from Artnet


Sophie Calle Exquisite Pain (Count Down - 67) 2000 from Artnet


Sophie Calle Exquisite Pain (Count Down - 52) 2000 from Artnet


Sophie Calle "Exquisite pain, 27 days to unhappiness (temple under the snow)" 1984 from Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin


Sophie Calle Coeur de cible / Tagret 1 2003 from Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin


Sophie Calle "Cash Machine" 02-04 (detail) 2003 from Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin


Sophie Calle From the series Last seen: Last seen... Degas, drawing 1991 from Artnet

Sophie Calle - European Graduate School 2004 1/2

David Wojnarowicz (1954-1992)

“David Wojnarowicz,” a 1981 photo by Peter Hujar.

David Wojnarowicz [wiki]
David Wojnarowicz [Queer Art]
David Wojnarowicz [Qcc The Center]
David Wojnarowicz [glbtq]
Where Evil Dwells by David Wojnarowicz & Tommy Turner [short film]



David Wojnarowicz Untitled - buffaloes, 1988-1989 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Diptych II 1982 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Untitled 1982 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Jean Genet Masturbating in Metteray Prison 1983 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz The Boys Go Off to War 1993 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Untitled 1991 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Untitled - When I put my hands on your body, 1990 from Artnet


David Wojnarowicz Untitled, 1988 from Queer Art

Fire in My Belly 1987 by David Wojnarowicz music by Diamanda Galas

Michael Ackerman

Michael Ackerman official site

Michael Ackerman webesteem magazine interview

Michael Ackerman at Gallery VU'

Michael Ackerman at Gallery LUMIERE

Minor White (1908-1976)

Minor White, BRoad and Poplar Trees, in the Vicinity of Naples and Dansville, New York 1955, photo from Masters of Photography


Minor White, Snow on Garage Door, Rochester, New York 1960, photo from Masters of Photography



Minor White, Peeled Paint, Rochester, New York 1959, photo from Masters of Photography


Minor White, Windowsill Daydreaming 1958, photo from Masters of Photography



Minor White, Capitol Reef, Utah 1962, photo from Masters of Photography



Minor White: The Eye That Shapes, 1989 By Peter C. Bunnell with Maria B. Pellerano and Joseph B. Rauch, 290 pp., 321 illus. (10 in color)

David Hockney

David Hockney's official site



David Hockney A Bigger Splash, 1967 from The Artchive


David Hockney Model with Unfinished Self-Portrait,1977 from The Artchive


David Hockney Pearblossom Highway, 11-18th April 1986 #2, 1986, from The Artchive



David Hockney Three Chairs with a Section of a Picasso Mural, 1970, from The Artchive

Cy Twombly

Cy Twombly, No. VIII (From the Natural History Part I Portfolio) 1974 from artnet


Cy Twombly, Ohne Titel (Hommage à Picasso) 1973- from artnet


Cy Twombly, Roman Notes (B 21-6) 1970 from artnet

Francesco Clemente

Francesco Clemente, Atlantic Avenue I - Southern Cross 2006, from artnet



Francesco Clemente, Porta Coeli, 1983 from artnet


Francesco Clemente, Untitled 1984 from artnet

Francesco Clemente at Artfacts

Todesfuge by Paul Celan

Paul Celan (1920-1970), photo from Wiki

Todesfuge by Paul Celan



Todesfuge

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken sie abends
wir trinken sie mittags und morgens wir trinken sie nachts
wir trinken und trinken
wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland
dein goldenes Haar Margarete

er schreibt es und tritt vor das Haus und es blitzen die Sterne
er pfeift seine Rüden herbei
er pfeift seine Juden hervor läßt schaufeln ein Grab in der Erde
er befiehlt uns spielt auf nun zum Tanz

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich morgens und mittags wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
Ein Mann wohnt im Haus der spielt mit den Schlangen der schreibt
der schreibt wenn es dunkelt nach Deutschland
dein goldenes Haar Margarete
Dein aschenes Haar Sulamith

wir schaufeln ein Grab in den Lüften da liegt man nicht eng

Er ruft stecht tiefer ins Erdreich ihr einen ihr andern singet und spielt
er greift nach dem Eisen im Gurt er schwingts seine Augen sind blau
stecht tiefer die Spaten ihr einen ihr anderen spielt weiter zum Tanz auf

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags und morgens wir trinken dich abends
wir trinken und trinken
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith er spielt mit den Schlangen

Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft
dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts
wir trinken dich mittags der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland
wir trinken dich abends und morgens wir trinken und trinken
der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland sein Auge ist blau
er trifft dich mit bleierner Kugel er trifft dich genau
ein Mann wohnt im Haus dein goldenes Haar Margarete
er hetzt seine Rüden auf uns er schenkt uns ein Grab in der Luft
er spielt mit den Schlangen und träumet der Tod ist ein Meister aus
Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith


Deathfugue (English translation by John Felstiner of Todesfuge)

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling he whistles his hounds to stay close
he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground
he commands us play up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped

He shouts dig this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play
he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue
stick your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta
you aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays with his vipers

He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland
he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise up as smoke to the sky
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink
this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue
he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete
he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Sulamith

某一中文譯本 請見此

Todesfuge von Paul Celan
Eine Inszenierung des Gedichts "Todefuge" von Paul Celan-
inszeniert von Philipp Fröndt, Max Straßer und Martin Race

Several Times & Searching by Pieter Nooten and Michael Brook

Several Times II by Pieter Nooten and Michael Brook



Several Times I by This Mortal Coil(cover)from album Blood,1991


Searching by Pieter Nooten & Michael Brook



Several Times Lyrics


Several Times & Searching from Pieter Nooten and Michael Brook 1987 album Sleeps With The Fishes

慾望小夜曲

shot by ┗┳┛, 2030/03/19, taichung

慾望小夜曲

在《錫鼓》（葛拉斯， 台北，貓頭鷹）裡有一隻飛蛾靠著自己的翅膀，在一盞裸燈上拍打，完成一首夜的即興曲（及一部短短的音樂紀錄片）。而一個夜晚，就足夠提供全部的故事的光 源。裸燈若以滿月替換，在一個燠熱難眠的夏夜，加上一座鄰近有森林的城市，就足夠引動細微色差（如同上妝），和浮游群落荒腔走板的奏鳴曲。其櫬底的主旋律 就是：一個夜晚走過的時間。在黑暗中浮動的月光（加上不同來源小量的打光——如街燈），讓這裡和那裡，讓現實和狂想，讓故事銜接的接界線鬆垮；讓照相機裡 顯影的負片失焦、呈現速度，移動的快照；讓他方和他人透過空間重疊。夜是最佳的電影時間；穿過寫實與魔幻寫實；穿過詩與小說的字句。

一個夜晚的故事可以這樣子寫（拍），跟隨一個不斷延續的角色，和他人完成一場小儀式，一段小旅程。像是史蒂芬‧米爾豪瑟(Steven Millhauser)的〈與月光共舞〉（中譯收在《十座奇幻迷宮》，遊目族；選自他的短篇小說集The Knife & other stories），一個男孩和一群穿褲子的女生在月光下打了一場網球。像是電影：法國導演卡霍的巴黎（《男孩遇見女孩》）；美國「懶骨頭」導演李察‧林特萊特的維也納（《愛在黎明破曉時》）；一整晚在喬爾喜區晃蕩、找地方來點性（或獨處）的兩個紐約男孩（《天雷勾動地火》）……男孩和女孩；男孩和男孩，他們將遇見足夠量的意外，足夠量的人群、地方，譜就足夠量的插曲。

一 個夜晚也可以這樣寫，像史蒂芬‧米爾豪瑟發生在康乃迪克州南部的長篇小說《迷人的夜晚》（台北，皇冠）：如同小快照，小音符和微限主義，不同人物在小瞬間 裡的小事件不斷的跳接前進（直到黎明），這些小片段如同小色（音）調，漸次推進，彼此共鳴。切割到最小元素，讓它們在小速度（緩慢）中稍移運動。被樹林間 的笛聲誘拐的一群小孩；親吻櫥窗人體模特兒的攝影師；偷襲別人家客廳玩耍的一群偷襲女孩（「夏日風暴」）；被月神在夢中偷身的丹尼；半夜在城市散步，寫著 一本永遠也寫不完小說的梅孚斯橋，心碎的白面小丑；蟋蟀樂隊……米爾豪瑟捉住月光的本質，減輕重力，一切浮漾在月光中，夢境浸泡著現實……。那結構，幾乎 完全地，就像比利時女導演香妲．艾克曼(Chantal Akerman)的微限電影，在布魯塞爾87人的一整《夜》(Toute une nuit, 1982)……

而且，一個夜晚其實也可以這樣寫，在地球不同的所在，不同的角色、不同的故事，如同把它們串成一串夜的珠子，像丹麥作家彼得‧何格(Peter Høeg )的短篇小說集Tales of The Night，時間1929年三月十八日夜，其主旋律叫做「愛的本然」。那結構，完全地，就像賈木許討俏逗趣的電影《地球之夜》(Night on Earth )……(2002/05)

"Interlude" by Morrissey and Siouxie Sioux

"Interlude" by Morrissey and Siouxie Sioux, 1994, The song was first featured in the 1968 film of the same name and was sung by Timi Yuro




the image from the movie Dance with a Stranger staring Rupert Everett and Miranda Richardson 1985

Interlude by Timi Yuro



"Interlude" by Morrissey
Duet with Siouxie Sioux of Siouxie And The Banshee

Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine

Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love

Loving you
Is a world that's strange
So much more than my heart can hold
Loving you
Makes the whole world change
Loving you, I could not grow old

No, nobody knows
When love will end
So till then, sweet friend ...

Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine

Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of ?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love


Morrissey photo from M's official site

Mercy Street by Peter Gabriel

Peter Gabriel [official site] photo from Rolling Stone




Mercy Street (Orbit remix) by Peter Gabriel


Mercy Street

For anne sexton

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real

All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam

Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes

Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day

There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy('s arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms

Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word

Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest-he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks

Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing mary's lips

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms

Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea


Mercy Street from album So, 1986