Old phonographs: Elizabeth Spencer, in 1917

Year 1917
A Perfect Day
Elizabeth Spencer
Carrie Jacobs-Bond
Victor
18250-A

http://swiss.csail.mit.edu/~hal/misc/78s/collection/perfect/perfect.mp3


Year: 1917
Love's Dream After the Ball
Elizabeth Spencer
Czibulka
Victor
18250-B
http://swiss.csail.mit.edu/~hal/misc/78s/collection/dream/dream.mp3

Jackson Pollock

Floral Metaphor

A Tribute to Angela Ashby

Angela Ashby 1981 - 1999

chaos at the carnival
abandoned left to rust
this lifeless carnivala concrete path unwalked
now seeping memories
shadows of carefree past
join echoes of laughter
the swirling winds of silence
of candy cane fantasies;
go round and round,
a whirlpool haunting dreams

in this beauty lives madness
a distorted harmony
this pink haven deserted
now a rodent new kingdom
frozen horses waiton golden poles at rest
the bells from a music box
now spiraling into time
go round and round
a whirlpool haunting dreams




"There always lies so near to us a realm in which we have escaped entirely from all our affliction..."
Schopenhauer

Ageless

Existentialism

WOODY ALLEN: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: Yes it is.

WOODY ALLEN: What does it say to you?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.

WOODY ALLEN: What are you doing Saturday night?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: Committing suicide.

WOODY ALLEN: What about Friday night?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: [leaves silently]

"Play It Again, Sam", Paramount Pictures, 1972

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

"I Am Not Yours" by Sarah Teasdale

Madonna

"The pause during which the entire world halts in its orbit. Your face embodies all the beauty of the world. Your lips, as crimson as a ripe fruit, are half open as if to express pain. A corpse's smile. Here life and death shake hands. The chain that links thousands of past generations to the thousands to come has been meshed." (E. M.)

Deep beneath Angela's smile

Deep beneath Angela's smile
There lies a fertile midden
Of hopes and dreams and thoughts and signs,
Both oft expressed and hidden.

An adventurer in meaning,
A detective fighting time;
A shard of Earth's bright promise,
A glint, a gleam, a chime.

Deep beneath Angela's smile(by Nicholas Gordon)

Anxiety

Peer Pressure

I feel that this painting is about Munch's life. He is so different, yet he doesn't want to express it and he goes on that bridge that his anxiety scenes take place. He's trying to show us that the bridge of troublesome thoughts can come from peer pressure... Everyone's expressions are blank. But they don't care, they just keep on walking.

How fitting for this collection of people to be crossing a bridge in a group. Is the anxiety from not being able to move in any direction but forward? Or does it come from the knowledge that they must move forward to cross the bridge. Much like life. Nowhere for them to go but forward and not other choice but to press forward. For them they have but no choice to confront what waits for them at the end of the bridge. Death?

The Scream

Perceptions

It's interesting how everyone has a different perception and interpretation of this piece of artwork. Many believe the person in the image is projecting a silent scream that cannot be heard; others can recognize that the action of the person's ears being covered suggests that it's not the person who is screaming but, as mentioned, the scream comes from nature's anxieties of life which distressingly is heard by the one person, while the others are deafened and not aware of it. It would probably create a little anxiety to you, the audience, looking at this artwork... what's amazing about it is the fact that it creates such multiple meanings, yet conveys a universal emotion that is recognized and experienced by all.

Despair

I miss everything I'll never be

At dawn the lonely man walks home all by himself, regretting, thinking, feeling the weight of his own dirty feet tormenting his own soul and enabled to exorcise his own ghosts. He leaves behind two more strangers, two more lonely and resentful faces. He keeps walking, and what is he thinking of, death? Madness? Sorrow? Lost? Or maybe a simple crossover of all those feelings. Is he trying to forget something, or just walking away from himself, trying not to be himself, trying so very hard not to feel that pain, not to have that permanent hollow. He longs for something, something that would feed the beast within him, something that somehow would make him better - or simply different. Yes a different person in a different place - and without that pain!

True

I won't talk
I won't breathe
I won't move till you finally see
That you belong with me

You might think
I don't look
But deep inside in the corner of my mind
I'm attached to you

I'm weak
It's true
Cause I'm afraid to know the answer
Do you want me too?
Cause my heart keeps falling faster

I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing that's true
So I will not hide
It's time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited

This is true


You don't know
What you do
Everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move

I'm weak
It's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?

I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing that's true
So I will not hideIt's time to try, anything to be with you
All my life I've waited

This is true


I know when I go
I'll be on my way to you
The way that's true

I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing thats true
So I will not hide
It's time to try, anything to be with you
All my life I've waited

This is true

~~True, Ryan Cabrera