Meeting Benches World art in all forms
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Georges Brassens: Les amoureux des bancs publics
Les gens qui voient de travers, pensent que les bancs verts qu’on voit sur les trottoirs, sont faits pour les impotents ou les ventripotents, mais c’est une absurdité. Car à la vérité, ils sont là c’est notoire, pour accueillir quelque temps les amours débutants. Les amoureux qui s’bécott’nt sur les bancs publics, en s’fouttant pas mal du regard oblique des …
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JACKSON POLLOCK (1912/1956), AMERICAN PAINTER: The painting moving in the canvases of his Abstract Expressionism
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Jacques Brel: Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas. Il faut oublier, tout peut s’oublier qui s’enfuit déjà. Oublier le temps des malentendus, et le temps perdu. A savoir comment, oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois. A coups de pourquoi, le cœur du bonheur. Ne me quitte pas. Moi je t’offrirai des perles de pluie, venues de pays ou il ne pleut pas. Je creuserai …
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SALVADOR DALI’ (1904/1989), SPANISH PAINTER: The skilled surrealist who knew the nuances of emotional memory
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Francis Cabrel: I have loved you, I love you and I will love you
My naked child on the pebbles, the wind in your hair defeats, like a spring on my way. A diamond of a cabinet fell, only the light could unpack our secret hideouts. O took my fingers on your wrist. I have loved you, I love you and I will love you. Whatever you do, love is everywhere you look. In …
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JOHN PUGH, AMERICAN PAINTER: A three-dimensional illusion fiction, created with large trompe l’oeil wall murals
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Painters of the night. From cherry blossoms fall images. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky
UNITED COLORS OF THE NIGHT: Falling petals, light food for poppies
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Akiko Yosano: From cherry blossoms fall. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. EMBRACING EACH OTHER AT NIGHT – M. de Unamuno: Open your arms to the night, which is black, and very beautiful. The sun of life has it looked, with its eyes of fire. The sun made the black night, and …
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Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960/1988), American painter: The man who led the American graffiti from metropolitan to the art galleries
LANGUAGES – Poetry by Bei Dao
LANGUAGES Many languages are spoken, now, in this world. Soaring words, meet, meet, collide, they create sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. Higher the rise of rationality, but without sinking voice, with thoughts fragile and lightweight, bamboo tablets. A woven basket filled with blind poisonous mushrooms, those beasts painted on the rock we trample flowers galoppandoci above, but a head secret …
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LAVINIA FONTANA (1552/1614), ITALIAN PAINTER: The daughter of a painter, a woman who appreciated Parmigianino, Tibaldi and Veronese
WHEN MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Pain in my heart, by Otis Redding
PAIN IN MY HEART Pain in my heart, she’s treating me cold, where can my baby be Lord no one knows. Pain in my heart just won’t let me sleep, where can my baby be, Lord where can she be. Another day, as again it is though, I want you to come back, come back, come back, baby, ’till I …
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ROSALBA CARRIERA (1673/1757): ITALIAN PAINTER: Precious miniatures, almost on ivory, joyfully living and scrutinizing the faces
