Sunday, 17 May 2009

the kiss










Diana Krall - Do It Again (live)

(you can listen to a better quality version here)

51 comments:

  1. My Roxanna, this is absolutely, stunningly beautiful, this photo.

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  2. Who is this? Just asking.

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  3. so hard to put words to it - after many tries:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byzQ2damGJs

    your photo like her dancing
    inside the photo is like the violin

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  4. C'est peut-être que, tout au fond de toi, il y a une personne très sensuelle, zone de toi-même que tu n'as pas encore apprivoisée. Tu n'arrives pas à laisser tes pulsions s'exprimer.

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  5. eyelashes, grasstips, moth of dreams, breath of moss--munch, klimt, cocteau--what is a kiss...a hand of myth, rising from a sea of silver, shivering with photons, dripping with mercury, ashes in a black night, falling.....

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  6. Morris, grazie!

    un saluto e un abbraccio per te!

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  7. my dark and mysterious S., what can i say? you make me happy!!!

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  8. anonymous!!!

    hi again, and how could i answer your question, do you want her complete name and birth date and address, and perhaps her list of hobbies? :-P

    can't you try something more... let's say related to the aesthetics of the picture, or some metaphorical flight of the imagination, look, Manuela has seen a swan dance and a violin, it can't be that difficult, can it? :-)

    (just teasingggg :-)

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  9. Gabriel, thank you! :-)

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  10. Manuela, thank you for the link... and for your amazing words, i looked at the pictures again and tried to see it with your eyes... and what you said brought these Cohen lines to my mind, a song i love above all (but just the lyrics as such are fabulous):

    Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
    Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
    Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
    And dance me to the end of love
    Yeah, dance me to the end of love

    Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
    Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
    Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
    And dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love

    Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
    Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
    We're both of us beneath our love... both of us above
    And dance me to the end of love
    Yeah, dance me to the end of love

    Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
    Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
    Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
    And dance me to the end of love

    Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
    Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
    Touch me with your naked hand... touch me with your glove
    Dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love
    Dance me to the end of love

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  11. salut, Allan :-)

    donc la question est: soit tu as raison et mes images expriment ces pulsions que je ne laisse pas s'exprimer dans la vie reelle, alors la photographie deviendrait cet espace de la liberte absolue (art comme sublimation etc, etc.) - soit mes photos sont un echo et une continuation sur un autre plan de ce que je suis dans la vie reelle - je ne crois pas que quelqu'un puisse repondre a ces questions seulement en partant de mes photos :-)

    mais il y a tant de theories pour repondre a cette question fondamentale, est-ce que l'art est une sublimation? un jeu? une catharsis? un simple metier? un symptome clinique? une forme d'expression et d'accomplissement de soi?

    tout ca et rien de ca a la fois?

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  12. sutton, hi! welcome and thank you for these poetic flickers of dreams...
    i can't imagine how this small picture of mine could have inspired all those connections and images, but i am happy that it did, and amazed!

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  13. Wellyes... if you are happen to having those numbers and that information handy please be passing them on...

    "some metaphorical flight of the imagination,"

    A what of the what?

    sorry, us poor non academic mortals cannot understand what is being meant by this.

    is she yawning..just waking up? What a most boring kiss this is!

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  14. oh, anon, i was just preparing to give you all that information but then i see you think the kiss would be boring, so what for??! unless you take some secret pleasure in boring kisses, as we say in Romanian, "one can find everything in God's garden" :-)

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  15. let us not be too harsh on the poor little girl..perhaps she was nervous in front of your camera or in front of you? I'm sure she can do better if given the opportunity.

    In Gods garden can we be finding second chances? Is this girl gypsy girl from your country?

    you asked about aesthetics and i looked this word up on google. I would be saying that you cut off picture too early.

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  16. let me think about second chances... no, sorry, i am not the kind :-P

    but yes, perhaps i intimidate some people, God knows why :-)

    here is a lovely song for you, talking about gipsy girls:
    (Cohen again, of course!)

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljvKsgxDflY

    or at least the lines:

    And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
    I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
    But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
    whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more
    And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
    Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?

    Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
    A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
    She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
    I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet

    And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...

    Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
    These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
    And there is no man or woman who can't be touched
    But you who come between them will be judged

    And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...



    but now you've made me laugh with that dictionary and cutting off too early, maybe you'll get your third chance after all! :-P

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  17. I am not understanding. Doesn't god decide on second chances?

    why "your" second chance? I am talking generally and phiolosophically

    i will listen to this mr. cohen. was he with the beatles?

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  18. ah, you well know my struggles with words... and the photo goes beyond into being a felt sense - which is how we arrive, me at music, you at poetry

    you let us see your beauty, beauty through your sense - thank you!

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  19. well, god may decide generally, but on my blog i decide which bantering comments i accept to publish :-P

    that's why :-)

    yes you do that, one should always listen to Mr. Cohen, especially on a rainy Sunday...

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  20. ah Manuela, now i am speechless... you are too kind... so i guess i will just give you another of those endless hugs of joy :-)

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  21. Roxana, la tua gentilezza non ha confini, grazie a te. Sono contento delle tue foto, sei davvero brava, complimenti, Ciao a presto.
    Morris

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  22. lovely!

    And though she is alone, the title made me think of the Klimt painting, which is also lovely//

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  23. multumesc, era randul meu sa am nevoie de un hug

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  24. Cela se passerait presque de musique. Je crois que nous sommes dans le même état d'esprit toi et moi en ce moment.

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  25. SZ, wow, you are the second one to mention Klimt, Sutton said something about that too - i hadn't thought about that at all, my picture being so dark and... totally different :-) but i am glad, because i love that painting - and Klimt, yes!!!

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  26. oh, Manu, ce bine imi pare ca a picat la tanc, dupa cum spui... :-)

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  27. belle, belle source!!! :-) j'avais vu que tu avais fait de nouveau une longue pause sur ton blog... et maintenant j'imagine un peu les raisons pour ce silence, plein de fleurs pourtant, non? ah comme je suis heureuse pour toi :-)

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  28. it would superfluous to discuss the artistic qualities here (or the length of hair or other dimensions ;)) - but maybe white could be slightly less white so that it won't distract the eye from the actual kiss (and who wants to be distracted ;))

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  29. surely...you have a way with women ;-)

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  30. Beyond beautiful. This evokes such a moment of revery and passion. The remembered kiss, or the anticipated kiss --- the photo keeps its mystery, while simultaneously drawing us into this warm interiority of soft motion in shadow, of whisper....

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  31. I so would love to see your pics on a page rather than the computer screen so I could really take them in.

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  32. flawless beauty..incredible expression!

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  33. Eneles, i am always open to artistic discussions :-)

    actually i've got a totally dark version, but i liked it better this way, seems more mysterious somehow... but maybe i am wrong.

    however, if a gypsy girl like this were to kiss somebody, i don't think they could get distracted by anything else, be it white or black :-)

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  34. zuma, oh yes she does, yes she does... :-)

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  35. James, hi :-)

    the remembered kiss, or the anticipated kiss - perhaps the most magical moment is when one is on the thin line in between, and they become one - or perhaps not? Bachelard would say that no real, present moment could ever compete with such reveries conjured up by imagination, in which past and future are mixed :-)

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  36. Sorlil :-)

    if the print is very good quality, yes... but i have seen many in which the images actually looked better on the screen.

    you know, if you tell me which one you like most, i will print it for you and send it to you - it will be my gift for the great event which is approaching :-) when actually? ah i am so excited for you...

    (the astra girl perhaps?)

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  37. Ah, Anamay :-)


    finally... i'm so happy i finally managed to lure you into breaking the magic silence :-)

    thank you. it means a lot, really.

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  38. would you do that? that would be wonderful! one of my all time favorites is this one -

    http://roxanaghita.blogspot.com/2008/04/purple-in-shade.html

    I really love this photo and if I ever published a poetry collection I would love to have it as my cover picture.

    of course what I really want is to buy a big fat book of your photos :)

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  39. ah

    Sorlil, that was the first time you wrote on my blog!!! of course i remember that very well :-)

    i would love to see a poetry book of yours - now regardless of my picture being on the cover or not, but if so... what an honour and joy!!! :-)

    thank you so much for believing in me...

    i will take care of that as soon as i can, i promise. please write me your address in the mail:

    aralya@gmail.com

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  40. And since when has 'she' started referring to herself in the third person?

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  41. oh, zuma, this is quite an old habit, i do this from time to time - i am surprised you haven't noticed, now now, more vigilance is needed if you want to shine declaiming in front of a full bench forever! :-P

    i think i got it from Robinson Crusoe :-) the first book i read in my life, very strange, no?

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  42. oh...no doubt, you are enticing with your words.

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  43. what a knife edge sharpness of the kiss!! lovely eyeblows..mr..

    btw, which planet are you from?? Your esthetic apprearance is far superior than that of human... :p .. I saw movie version of 'Star Trek' last week..

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  44. The remembered / anticipated kiss ... the liminal frisson of the slashmark between terms (i.e., "terms" as words, "terms" as periods of time), the atemwende of the remembered kiss that is suddenly implicated in the kiss still to come, simultaneously with the imagined kiss to be feeding back into the now-equally-imagined re-collection ... is this not the richness behind her eyes? Ah, yes yes yes, Bachelard. As much as I love him.... This revery is meaningful only after one has some experience of fleah and blood kisses....

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  45. after all the cakes and ices... the terriotory of artistic discussion is fully covered here - maybe someday blogger will introduce comment threads and I won't have to subject myself to klimt comparisons ;)

    yet I doubt that anybody kissing this one would show total disinterest to the closes, however scant they may be ;)

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  46. Peter, "lovely eyeblows" means "lovely eyebRows"? :-P this is so lovely, indeed!!! - i have been wondering what this meant until i've remembered the silen/siren thing :-)

    I wonder if the word "eyeblow" exists in english :-)


    i liked Star Trek a lot when i was young - but not these new hollywood versions...

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  47. oh yes yes yes James, you are right about flesh and blood, Cohen's gipsy girl would be totally lost in the now-kiss and the remembered/imagined kiss would have no meaning any more, her whole being an atemwende, no, blutwende :-)

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  48. Eneles, i was silently amusing myself about Klimt, because i was sure you would find something to object here (or should i say: here as well :-) - be it only because you don't like Klimt, i know that - but i do oh i do

    i don't understand 'to the closes'.

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  49. at least.. I keep maintaining your attention and make you laugh out loud.. I am proud of that!! :p :p

    Yes, the holywood movie was just good enough to remind me of the excellent series.. :-)

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