Few words on communication and loneliness…(Whilt 15)

Don’t know why, yet I don’t feel like writing. Don’t feel like using words at all… Words are unnecessary stains on silence…That’s S. Beckett’s…
Out of sentiment probably, I’ve watched once again ‘Lost in Translation” by S. Coppola. An intelligent effort portraying deep loneliness among crowds and despite ‘having a relationship’. All because the most important [...]

Review of the week… (1)

What kind of work will be bought in 2018 ?
Happy Christmas, dear Art Club Members and Art Club Caucasus Readers ! I wish you some nice days with your family and friends, enjoy your time, relax from the “quite difficult” but still very good 2008.
Here is a question to you to think about, if you [...]

Baudelaire’s lesson of French… (Whilt 7)

L’Homme et la mer

Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer!
La mer est ton miroir; tu contemples ton âme
Dans le déroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n’est pas un gouffre moins amer.

Tu te plais à plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l’embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de [...]

Studying Art – Diary (12)

There is never enough of them – do you know this feeling? Books. Books. Books. You would spent your life in the libraries and your savings on purchasing yet another title with a delight, that an art collector enriches his ’stable’ with yet another beautiful, desirable piece of an artwork. It usually starts very early [...]

Ble, ble, ble… (Whilt 5)

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Ble, ble, ble, what, ble, ble ble bleeeeee…
Bleeeee, are, blee, ble, ble, ble,ble, bleeeeeeeeeeeee…
Bllleeee. blllllleeeee, you, ble, ble. BLE.
Bllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, bbbbbbble, staring,  bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbblllllllllleee: ble, ble, ble.
Blllle, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, ble, at, ble, ble, ble, ble,bleble, ble, ble, ble, bleblebleblebleblebleblebleblebleble?
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Happy New Year everyone! Enjoy the [...]

Words, Words, Words… Whilt (4)

This chat would my favourite of all for a long time…
- What do you read my Lord? (Polonius)
- Words, Words, Words (Hamlet)
- But what is the matter? (Polonius)
- Between who? (Hamlet)

Being in my teens I would tease my partners in a conversation – ‘words, words, words’ – this is all, what we are saying, [...]

Oh, Passion – where are thou?

Where is that deadly enemy,
that incurable insanity,
that curse, fire, Devil, power, tempest…
All forces of Nature and Man,
untameable, devouring, eternal…
Oh, Passion – where are thou?

They feed you with milk of their tenderness,
these civilised ones of this very polite world,
they know no life or death, love or hate,
dried leaves of expired flowers exist more than them…
Religions, indifference [...]

Blame me, if you have never been melancholic…

Yes, do blame me… If only words and expressions like ‘blue is my favourite colour’, ‘hey, all of you, just leave me alone (and I mean it)’, ‘every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence (Beckett)’ etc. – do not ring any bell, and never did – it’s OK… Just leave now and enjoy [...]