Diamanda Galás – In Despair

 

Diamanda Galás singing a poem written by Konstantinos P. Kavafis

Εν απογνώσει

Τον έχασ’ εντελώς. Και τώρα πια ζητεί
στα χείλη καθενός καινούριου εραστή
τα χείλη τα δικά του· στην ένωσι με κάθε
καινούριον εραστή ζητεί να πλανηθεί
πως είναι ο ίδιος νέος, πως δίδεται σ’ εκείνον.

Τον έχασ’ εντελώς, σαν να μη υπήρχε καν.
Γιατί ήθελε —είπ’ εκείνος— ήθελε να σωθεί
απ’ την στιγματισμένη, την νοσηρά ηδονή·
απ’ την στιγματισμένη, του αίσχους ηδονή.
Ήταν καιρός ακόμη— ως είπε— να σωθεί.

Τον έχασ’ εντελώς, σαν να μη υπήρχε καν.
Aπό την φαντασίαν, από τες παραισθήσεις
στα χείλη άλλων νέων τα χείλη του ζητεί·
γυρεύει να αισθανθεί ξανά τον έρωτά του.

translation of the poem:

In Despair

He lost him completely. And he now tries to find
his lips in the lips of each new lover,
he tries in the union with each new lover
to convince himself that it’s the same young man,
that it’s to him he gives himself.

He lost him completely, as though he never existed.
He wanted, his lover said, to save himself
from the tainted, unhealthy form of sexual pleasure,
the tainted, shameful form of sexual pleasure.
There was still time, he said, to save himself.

He lost him completely, as though he never existed.
Through fantasy, through hallucination,
he tries to find his lips in the lips of other young men,
he longs to feel his kind of love once more.

Acessos: 11

Angels of Liberty – Monster In Me

 

Monster In Me
There’s a hole inside of me,
And that’s something that I know,
Within me
A shadow I wont show,
Inside

You can’t take away my home
Repair my shattered soul,
I’ve nowhere else to go,
From you regime of control,
Inside

I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
Inside

I survived your discipline,
And buried precious years,
But I’ve grown
I’m a mirror of your fears
Inside

I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,

Oh! Mama!
You made the monster in me
Oh! Mama!
You!

Oh my brother dear
Did an angel die?
I’m evil.
I survived.
It makes this devil cry,
Inside

I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
Inside

Oh! Mama!
You made the monster in me
Oh! Mama!
You!

I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears,
I’ve mirrored your fears
I’ve drowned in my own tears

Acessos: 33

ROME – TO DIE AMONG STRANGERS

 

To Die Among Strangers

To a find a cooler place in the grass
To brave my fire
A jury heard, a sentence passed
To brave my fire

We lust for the wine you bolt
Like all things impure, like all things undead
We beg from these swine
Who told you to love and endure

And to live in our stead
The whores of rome and the kings of france
Have tried to brave my fire
Now the snakes curl up, the curtains part

Will you try to brave my fire?
We lust for the wine you bolt
Like all things impure, like all things undead
We beg from these swine
Who told you to love and endure
And to live in our stead

To find a little place in the grass
Tune up for the funeral march
Keep your treason brittle as glass
You could have been the first
Could have been the last to brave my fire

Acessos: 25

Tom French Art

 

“Born in 1982, Tom French grew up in Newcastle Upon Tyne, North East England. Tom began his studies at the Newcastle School of Art and Design and went on to graduate from the Sheffield Institute of Art and Design achieving a first class BA Honors in 2005.

His works are predominantly figurative. He carefully combines detailed photorealism with strong elements of abstraction and surrealism, focusing on the reflection of the conscious and subconscious mind. French’s work often treads the fine line between the beautiful and unsettling, combining technically tight, classical charcoal drawings with carefree, loose and ostensibly unfinished abstract forms. By fusing the technical with lively abstraction French brings life and movement to his compositions. His work seamlessly merges the use of academic tradition with contemporary urban realism.”

Tom French Art

Acessos: 35