The world according to John Coltrane

Leticia Garcia @Ms_Golightly

John Coltrane

The World According to John Coltrane | dir. Robert Palmer, Toby Byron

[Discogs]

Once upon a time in Athens, #29

Solomou St., 15.09.2015

mural: Sidron, Kize - NDA, paste up: WD

Guarded Conditions, by Lorna Simpson

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Lorna Simpson | Guarded Conditions, 1989 

With great economy and force, Simpson conveys the conditions of many black women as double targets of racism and sexism. [...] [T]he poses can be read as defensive or defiant or both, and the markings of 'skin' and 'sex' are underscored in a way that seems to strengthen rather than to debilitate the woman picture.

Hal Foster, Rosalind Krauss, Yve-Alain Bois, and Benjamin Buchloh (2004) Art since 1990, New York: Thames & Hudson, p. 641

Mario Mancuso's Naples

[100millimetri]

Mario Mancuso

I’ll be free, ain’t that just like me

[EME de mujer]

I had a lot of work the past few days, which helps one avoid thinking a lot. But not quite. David Bowie was a significant part of my life, from my adolescence to this day, just as he mattered for many other people. I would have preferred to think that it was one of the characters he embodied that passed away, rather than himself. But death is not an act. David Bowie knew that he was reaching the end of his life; so let's cherish his work once again, from this very end. 

See also:

We can be Heroes just for one day: A Reality Tour by David Bowie 

You will set the world on fire

From Bertolt Brecht to David Bowie: rethinking Mahagonny

Once upon a time in Athens, #28

Mikonos St., 13.09.2015, mural: Sonke

Once upon a time in Athens, #27

Siggrou Av., Panteion underpass, 11.09.2015

Once upon a time in Athens, #26

Siggrou Av., Panteion underpass, 11.09.2015

What is essential is invisible to the eye

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Little Prince

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. 

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." 

And the roses were very much embarrassed. 

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose. 

And he went back to meet the fox. 

"Goodbye," he said. 

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." 

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

Chapter 21 | Angelfire

[Angelfire]