Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Spain 2006
DIR Pedro Almodóvar
SCR Pedro Almodóvar
CAST Penélope Cruz, Carmen Maura, Lola Dueñas, Blanca Portillo, Yohana Cobo, Chus Lampreave, Antonio de la Torre,Carlos Blanco, María Isabel Díaz, Neus Sanz
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
United States 1962
DIR Richard Brooks
SCR Tennessee Williams, Richard Brooks
CAST Paul Newman, Geraldine Page, Shirley Knight, Ed Begley,Rip Torn
Monday, September 19, 2011
Canada, France 2010
DIR Denis Villeneuve
SCR Denis Villeneuve, Wajdi Mouawad, Valérie Beaugrand-Champagne
CAST Lubna Azabal, Mélissa Désormeaux-Poulin, Maxim Gaudette, Rémy Girard,
Hockney in Los Angeles: Prints From the 70's and 80's
DAVID HOCKNEY (b. 1937)
Celia, 8365 Melrose Avenue, Hollywood, 1973
Lithograph
Lithograph
47 1/2 x 31 1/2 inches, Arches mould-made
Edition of 46 plus 21 proofs
Signed, dated and numbered
Edition of 46 plus 21 proofs
Signed, dated and numbered
Leslie Sacks Fine Art, Los Angeles
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
37°2 LE MATIN
France 1986
CAST Jean-Hugues Anglade, Béatrice Dalle
AGUIRRE, THE WRATH OF GODAGUIRRE, DER ZORN GOTTES
West Germany 1972
DIR Werner Herzog
SCR Werner Herzog
CAST Klaus Kinski, Helena Rojo, Del Negro,
Thursday, September 8, 2011
River of Crows (McLean Drive Mural Project)
River of Crows is the is the name of the mural on the Britannia track and field westside retaining wall on McLean Drive. The final paint and seal was completed July 19, 2011.
On the River of Crows (Mclean Drive Mural Project) from http://richard-tetrault.blogspot.com/
McLean Drive mural project began with planning/design sessions in spring 2011. The mural is situated along the McLean Drive bike route from Parker to William Streets, on a retaining wall bordering the oval track of Britannia High School, and will animate the length of the wall in a sequence that will make the wall into an active space. Walkers, cyclists and drivers will experience the flight of migrating crows, from night to day across the wall. Stencils and printed images designed through community workshops make up the majority of the imagery. The wall's lower section reflects plant, seed and insect life.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Sailing to Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
— William Butler Yeats
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