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Peaceful Days

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

If I Could Get To Know You (video on Youtube)

I recently re-discovered this daft song and decided to share it with you.   I first 'performed' it live aeons ago, at a very serious spiritual workshop, quite spontaneously (and a bit loudly),  after a day of intense meditation and self-discovery.  Although many appeared to enjoy the song, there was an abiding sense of disgrace at my flippancy and foolishness.  That sense of rebuke and naughtiness delights me still...

An absurd song indeed.. for absurd times :-)

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She’s fallen in love with a teapot
don’t ask me how can it be done
for I’ve watched her in action caressing
the smooth round and shine of his bum

The grip of her flesh on his handle
the knuckles sharp gleaming and white
just the way that her tongue darts and moistens
when she reaches for him in the night

I’ve studied with great fascination
for it’s novel I’m sure you’ll agree
Is she limited by saturation
or can she constantly consummate tea?

think I’m falling in love with my teapot
I  guess I can see how it’s done
for I’ve studied with great fascination
the smooth round and shine of his bum

She's fallen in love with a Teapot!

Glad everyone has enjoyed Netdiver, I hope you all enjoy the remix!
ORIGINAL HERE
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Nostromo [First Contact] (Netdiver Remix)

This is a weird one! It started with a little loop I built on the microfreak sequencer, then I added drums and some minilogue parts, as well as e. piano from Korg Module.

Once again the art was generated with the AI app Wombo Dream.

Earth Anthem

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Super Magic

Oh......
I'm feeling so tired today
Oh, I love so much in this life
Much more than I ever felt love...in return

All my children are grown
They don't even call me

Oh, why do our puppy dogs not live so long
They always gave me the best company
Oh, I'm dying alone now

My head is so, so floating away
I shouldn't (have) taken all those pills....but
Oh It feels so good to know tomorrow
 won't be awaken

They might find my stinkin' green flesh
(two months , three months who knows)

I don't really want to make them feel guily but
They really should (be) 
... knowing how much they took advantage of me

I'm tired of suffering in my smiling coma
Everyone says how ya doin' and I just say
...I 'm just fine....
When they know it's not true anyway
Nobody cares anymore...cruel world

It's not depression, it's just there's no reason to fight anymore 
I've been waiting for the courage to take this step
Don't need a LINE to... prevent me from SUICIDE

When will I go to that eternel sleep and peace
There'll be angels waitin' for me I'm sure
Cause I've always blessed them in my soul
Good bye, this is my SUICIDE NOTE

There are many reasons why I could, one year later I'm posting this again. A very painful breakup. I am in great pain. This song hits hard. This is dedicated the most beautiful, caring, generous Yvane, who lost her brother to a likely suicide. She never got over his death. Yvane, I miss you, you were my friend, my cousin and an exceptional mother, leaving two remarquable children in grief. She couldn't make "the suffering" -  the secret haunting monster in her head, go away.

Suicide Note

SUICIDE NOTE

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