Luis Soares's Blog, page 87

Tracy K. Smith - An Old Story

We were made to understand it would be
Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge,
Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind.

Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful
Dream. The worst in us having taken over
And broken the rest utterly down.

A long age
Passed. When at last we knew how little
Would survive us—how little we had mended

Or built that was not now lost—something
Large and old awoke. And then our singing
Brought on a different manner of weather.

Then...

Los Angeles Dreaming

From The New Yorker:

Alex Prager was born in the bedroom of her grandmother’s house, in the Los Feliz neighborhood of Los Angeles, in 1979. She had an upbringing with few rules and little structure. At fourteen, she spent a summer on her own in Switzerland, where she worked at a knife store. She dropped out of school at sixteen, returning to Switzerland for longer periods, and earned her G.E.D. At twenty-one, while living in L.A., she went to see a show ofWilliam Eggleston’s...

BWV 1093

In the Concerto for three harpsichords in D minor, performed by the Netherlands Bach Society for All of Bach, Bach plays with monophony and polyphony. It is a solo concerto, but then for three harpsichords. Sometimes all the instruments play the same melody, but then they go off on their own again. And even when they follow their own path, there are still always lines played by two, three or four hands together. When the harpsichordists are actually all playing something different, their...

Jericho Brown - Psalm 150

Some folks fool themselves into believing,
But I know what I know once, at the height
Of hopeless touching, my man and I hold
Our breaths, certain we can stop time or maybe

Eliminate it from our lives, which are shorter
Since we learned to make love for each other
Rather than doing it to each other. As for praise
And worship, I prefer the latter. Only memory

Makes us kneel, silent and still. Hear me?
Thunder scares. Lightning lets us see. Then,
Heads covered, we wait for rain. Dear Lord,
Let me watch...

Brexit.

Martin Parr was born in Epsom, Surrey, UK, in 1952. When he was a boy, his budding interest in the medium of photography was encouraged by his grandfather George Parr, himself a keen amateur photographer. He studied photography at Manchester Polytechnic, from 1970 to 1973. Since that time, he has worked on numerous photographic projects. He has developed an international reputation for his innovative imagery, his oblique approach to social documentary, and his input to photographic...

Take Five

Dave Brubeck - Take Five // Live in Belgium 1964 // Paul Desmond (alto sax), Joe Morello (drums), Eugene Wright (bass) and Dave Brubeck (piano)

Les Offrandes oubliées

Myung-Whun Chung conducts the Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France in "Les Offrandes oubliées" (The Forgotten Offerings) by Olivier Messiaen. Live recording on June 1, 2012 from the Théâtre du Châtelet (Paris).

Summer Night

Winslow Homer (1836-1910) -Summer Night (1890)

Winslow Homer started his career as a graphic reporter during the American Civil War, before going on to paint scenes of army life and the rural world with the Naturalist precision which then prevailed in American painting. After a stay in Paris, Homer used an Impressionist palette for a while then developed a personal style midway between Realism and Symbolism.Summer Nightperfectly expresses this synthesis and may be considered one of the first...

Op. 25 No. 11

Valentina Lisitsa plays Chopin Etude Op. 25 No. 11

Vava Ribeiro - North Shore

Jesus Blue announces the publication of North Shore, the firstmonograph by the Brazilian photographer and surfer, Vava Ribeiro.For the past three decades, Ribeiro has been travelling the world chasing the nextpicture and the next wave. This stand-alone book represents some of his mostcompelling images, centred on the place that gives the book its title: North Shore,often described as the surf capital of the world.

Throughout the early 2000’s, Ribeiro spent a great deal of time in...