a n e r l e y
Henry Rollins ~ I know you
updated
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful
Racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of labor and Tories
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line
That still salute him and will salute him forever
Music:
R.E.M. - At my most beautiful
Herbert Groenemeyer - Der Weg
R.E.M. - Try not to breathe
Photos & videos:
by me
Take my hand
I don’t own any of this * I love this * I handle it with care
Song: Art-Hounds
Song Writers: Morrissey/Boz Boorer
In memory of John Keats on his birthday
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Jesse Tobias
Film credit: Bright Star (2009), Director: Jane Campion
Photos: Mine, taken at Keats House in Hampstead, London, in August 2021, featuring photos of Elaine Duigenan's installation with pressed flowers from John Keats' grave.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness;
Let's face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Without her unwavering belief in him we wouldn't have him. We owe her everything.
"- for she is all I have, and our collective pleas of petition might wake the sleeping gods.
She is me, and without her vahaan koee kal hal … there is no tomorrow. I ask no more of you… for there could be no more to ask."
Steven Patrick Francis Morrissey. 8 August 2020.
Music credits: Gavin Bryars - Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet (1975)
This song doesn't end when it's over
This song doesn't end when it's over
Oh no, it goes on in your mind
I sing, and it stings you
And now, my work is done
Do you recall when I was in love with you?
Do you recall the lengths I would go to?
I must have been out of my mind
This song doesn't end just because it's over
No, it goes on in your head, in your hospital bed
You'll hear me instead of drip, drip, drip
And oh, it goes on in your mind
I sing, it stings you
And now, my work is done
Do you recall when I was in love with you?
Do you recall the lengths I would go to?
I must have been out of my mind
Oh no, it goes on in your mind
I sing, and it stings you
And now, my work is done
Do you recall when I was in love with you?
Do you recall the lengths I would go to?
No mountain too high, there were miles of smiles
No repulsive expense could ever not make sense
It's great to be out of your mind
My creative mind can’t stand still. My heart yearns for the next Morrissey concert.
‘And I will see you in far off places.
If your god bestows protection upon you
And if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe I will see you somewhere safe.’
It's a lot like life
Köln 9. March 2020
Wembley Arena 14. March 2020
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied
I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labor, and Tories
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever
Dale Hibbert - forever grateful you shared this. It's a treasure we can't lose.
This is not for journalists and critics - this is for those who wanted to hear and, like me, waited ages to hear it.
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do
Drag the river and within her you may find a sliver
Of the one of whom you speak and whom they seek
she would gaze into the river as we'd look into a mirror
And her reflection would beckon her to
Join me join me join me join me
Happy we will be
On the coastal shore I'm sure you'd break down if you saw
And abhorrent torrent crashing as it pours
The counter current holds a secret at the rise of tides
And it swells all alone for this heart born too high
So join me join me join me join me
I'm certain I heard her cry
By the river with the soul of submersible stone
Every second of my life prepares to go
She would call into the river as she'd cry out for her mother
So stark, so haunt, deep enough for all I was
Oh join us join us join us join us
And happy we will be
And how sad have we been?
We'll let you know
We'll let you know
Oh, but only if, you're really interested
You wonder how
We've stayed alive 'till now
We'll let you know
We'll let you know
But only if, you're really interested
We're all smiles
Then, honest, I swear, it's the turnstiles
That make us hostile
Oh
We will descend
On anyone unable to defend
Themselves
Oh
And the songs we sing
They're not supposed to mean a thing
La, la, la, la
Oh
You're lonely
Oh, you're lonely
Oh
Get off the roof!
Oh
Your arsenal!
We may seem cold, or
We may even be
The most depressing people you've ever known
At heart, what's left, we sadly know
That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know
We are the last truly British people you will ever know
You'll never never want to know
~ I don't own this material - I handle it with care - All credit goes to the artist ~
After Kafka's death, Diamant was blamed for burning Kafka's papers under his gaze and at his request during his last months of life, as well as for her decision to retain some of his journals and thirty-six of his letters to her. Despite Max Brod's request that she turn over to him all the Kafka papers in her possession, Diamant kept letters Kafka had written to her. Max Brod, along with others in possession of letters and related materials also chose not to comply with Kafka's final requests that all his writing be destroyed. Diamant also secretly kept an unknown number of Kafka's notebooks, which remained in her possession until they were stolen from her apartment, along with her other papers, in a 1933 Gestapo raid. It is not known which notebooks ended in Diamant's possession and which had already been passed on to Brod during Kafka's last illness. Searches for these missing papers have been conducted by Max Brod and German Kafka scholar Klaus Wagenbach in the 1950s, and since the 1990s by the Kafka Project, based at San Diego State University in California.
In the late 1920s Dora studied theatre at the Dumont Drama Academy in Düsseldorf and worked as a professional actress. In the 1930s Dora joined the Communist Party of Germany as an agitprop actress and married Lutz Lask, editor of Die Rote Fahne, the Communist party newspaper. She gave birth to a daughter, Franziska Marianne Lask, on 1 March 1934.
Dora escaped Germany with her daughter in 1936, joining her husband in Soviet Russia. After Lask was arrested and sent to the Far East during Joseph Stalin's purges in 1937, Dora left the Soviet Union, traveling across Europe, reaching safety in England one week before the Nazis invaded Poland in 1939.
Dora and her daughter were interned as enemy aliens at the Port Erin Women's Detention Camp on the Isle of Man in 1940-1941. Released, she returned to London, where she helped to found the Friends of Yiddish, working to keep the Yiddish language and culture alive. In 1950 she finally realized her lifelong dream and visited the new state of Israel. She died of kidney failure at Plaistow Hospital in east London on 15 August 1952, and was buried in an unmarked grave in the United Synagogue Cemetery on Marlowe Road in East Ham.
In 1999, her living relatives from Israel and Germany gathered at her gravesite for a stonesetting. Her headstone reads "Who knows Dora, knows what love means".
La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées
La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon cœur pour la vie
Sieh, diese Stadt
und sieh, sie ist kalt.
Erinnere Dich,
wie lieblich sie war.
Jetzt betrachte sie nicht
mit Deinem Herzen, sondern kalt
und sage, sie ist alt.
Komm mit mir nach Georgia,
dort bauen wir halt eine neue Stadt.
Wenn diese Stadt zu viele Steine hat,
dann bleiben wir nicht mehr da.
Sieh diese Frau,
doch sieh, sie ist kalt.
Erinnere Dich,
wie gut sie einst war.
Jetzt betrachte sie nicht
mit Deinem Herzen, sondern kalt,
und sage, sie ist alt.
Komm mit mir nach Georgia,
dort lass uns schauen nach neuen Frauen.
Wenn diese Frauen wieder kalt ausschauen,
dann bleiben wir nicht mehr da.
Und sieh Deine Ansichten,
doch sieh, sie sind alt.
Erinnere Dich,
wie gut sie einst waren.
Jetzt betrachte sie nicht
mit Deinem Herzen, sondern kalt
und sage, sie sind alt.
Komm mit mir nach Georgia,
dort wirst Du sehen, gibt es neue Ideen.
Und wenn die Ideen wieder alt aussehen,
dann bleiben wir nicht mehr,
dann, dann bleiben wir nicht mehr da.
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