(The other Futurists…) Giacomo Balla, 1920 – The Spell is Broken
1 The morose poet Mayakovsky sits down next to her, And, just so that she cannot mistake his intentions, says: —I do not exist. Ok, she can cope with that. —But you’ll have an orange juice… or a coffee, won’t you? You look like you need something. The magic hour. He watches the bumbling carpContinue reading “In Parkland (Preview)”
Rarely revealing anything of their private universe, signs are forthright about which part of the signee’s universe is to be abbreviated. Signs are hectoring. It has been at least a couple of years now since I saw a sign counselling: Go Forth and be Free. I saw it in my head. Anyway, these are fortunatelyContinue reading “Signs”
No Man’s Land by Harold Pinter. Ralph Richardson and John Gielgud, plus Terence Rigby and Michael Kitchen, from around 1975. I have never clicked with Pinter, just one of those things. The first half has lots of Webster hints and half-quotes, the second ditto with Eliot.
The gambler says:—Tell them I came, but no-one answered. Entranced, as the gambler is ever, by the lovely mathematics in softest lighting, the ballet of numbers, the chemin-de-fer, the vingt-et-un. Good evening, enchanté that you could join us tonight, When he enters, M’sieu, your usual. Rum and stunning fractured ice placed at the elbow, AContinue reading “Casino”
The cloth remained on the barkeep’s shoulder, ghostly of the casual and practised flick, ein Bund Idioten, the SPD guys are in the Niedrige Kneipe tonight, unruly and impossible. —Mierscheid will pay, he is in the john. The SPD make a run for it, scattering across Mulackstraße. They are anarchists really, the bastards. They’re soContinue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 12”
The full Otto Dix triptych, usually known as Großstadt, as used in part as cover illustration for The Compendium of Degenerates Dix is definitely worth checking out… proletarian vs bourgeois.
How Florian and Pim had come to be acquainted: In 1918, having reached an age, Florian had gone to the Exemption Board. With a pacifist theme worked out, demeaning but safest. Somehow, during one of the interviews, a physician had got something else into his head — a nuance, or even a code, transmitted mistakenly,Continue reading “The Compendium of Degenerates – part 13”