Consider the View

 

Blue skies

Smiling at me,

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see.


Bluebirds

Singing a song.

Nothing but bluebirds

All day long.

Never saw the sun shining so bright.

Never saw things going so right.

Noticing the days hurrying by,

When you’re in love, my how they fly……

“Blue Skies” composed by Irving Berlin in 1926.

 

Blue Days,

All of them gone,

Nothing but Blue Skies from now on.

 

June is a tricky month of memories for me. Father’s Day, my father’s birthday, and my parent’s wedding anniversary( June 21)  all clustered together.  My father, Paul Kanski, passed away in 1992, at the age of 76.  He and mom loved to dance – they grew up in the age of the great dance bands, when jitterbug was king & foxtrot ruled the floorboards of the dance halls. Blue Skies was one of his favourite tunes. Sometimes, late at night I could hear mom singing it to him in their bedroom.   Even now in my 60s I miss them – Time is a con artist, handing you gifts with one hand, while picking your pocket with the other. 

over me, music –

blue skies above carry clouds

dancing – silent steps.

 

 

 

 

Covfefe – Notation & Configuration

He met her on the Isle of Covfefe,

Beneath the shade of Jovxexe tree.

She had a gold Xovjiji on her finger,

And he knew she understood international relations

way better than he.

 

 

 

 

This where my mind goes late at night, contemplating the asemic memes that escape into the ether of the Implied Spaces of the Internet & Social media. At least I do not have access to a big button or I would be drinking even more Diet Coke than is good for me. On a totally different note, a raccoon made it into our veranda – Spring has arrived. Hope you enjoyed the tango & music of the night. 

Querer: Antique Impressions – Purple & Yellow turns to Memory

Flower-gram on Antique Mystery Plp-Yllw-Q

 

This series of images is a reworking of some of my flower-gram pieces; more can be found on the Dark Pines Photo tag-link. Flower-grams were my attempt to emulate the codes and conventions of alternative photographic processes blended with textures and text. While working on this particular sequence, I was listening to dome music by Canadian singer, Francesca Gagnon. I have included one of her songs with lyrics and links.

 

Flower-gram on Taped damagedSksp sour dough map gft

Francesca Gagnon – Querer (Want)
(Cirque du Solei)

Querer
Dentro del corazon
Sin pudor, sin razon
Con el fuego de la pasion

Querer
Sin mirar hacia atras
A traves de los ojos
Siempre y todavia mas

Amar
Para poder luchar
Contra el viento y volar
Descubrir la belleza del mar

Querer
Y poder compartir
Nuestra sed de vivir
El regalo que nos da el amor
Es la vida

Querer
Entre cielo y mar
Sin fuerza de gravedad
Sentimiento de libertad

Querer
Sin jamas esperar
Dar solo para dar
Siempre y todavia mas

Amar
Para poder luchar
Contra el viento y volar
Descubrir la belleza del mar

Querer
Y poder compartir
Nuestra sed de vivir
El regalo que nos da el amor
Es la vida

Querer
Dentro del corazon
Sin pudor, sin razon
Con el fuego de la pasion

y volar…

 

 

Francesca Gagnon (born August 6, 1957) is a Canadian singer and theatre actress featured in Cirque du Soleil‘s Alegría and Midnight Sun. During her career of more than two decades, she has recorded several solo albums and toured three continents singing in French, English, Italian and Spanish.

Francesca Gagnon – Querer (english)
(Cirque du Solei)

want
Within the heart
No shame, no reason
With the fire of passion

want
No looking back
Through the eyes
Always and still more

love
To fight
Against the wind and fly
Discover the beauty of the sea

want
And to share
Our thirst for life
The gift that gives us the love
It is the life

want
Between sky and sea
Without gravity
Feeling of freedom

want
Without ever expect
Give only to give
Always and still more

love
To fight
Against the wind and fly
Discover the beauty of the sea

want
And to share
Our thirst for life
The gift that gives us the love
It is the life

want
Within the heart
No shame, no reason
With the fire of passion

Flower-gram Print 2014 JMFrmk

This is post # 500.

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime – Changing the Tempo

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 1 Changing Tempo

This spacetime tempo

bends curves round Memory’s edge –

corners of the clock –

tick talk, tick talk, Yesterdays –

Present looks stylish, again.

 

 

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 2 Changing Tempo

This is the final  part of a series of images  that began with screen captures from a couple of Fred & Ginger movies. The series started as a meditation on the nature of memory and Mass Media. The constructed realities of Mass Media  play with our memories and sense of time. We remember images and narratives that were intended to depict the future, but now, from our recent experiences, seem quaint and out of date. We create new Mass Media content with new forms of media,  trying to depict the present with that “retro look”.

 

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 3 Changing Tempo

 

We readjust the the present, shifting the the tempo and style of recent pop songs, so that they come from past decades of the previous century –  turning  them into cultural artifacts from alternative timelines.  We reinterpret the cultural icons of the past in a more contemporary style/mode. The new becomes “hipster-manic” by being  “retro-static”. The old is now “in the pocket” by  getting down in the city with urban tempo gotchas.

 

 

 

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 5 Changing Tempo

In the process, we convey values, beliefs and ideologies about our culture and our perceptions of other cultures. We place other cultures on display on stage, screen and in museums( just another medium ). We relegate them to the past – making them historical artifacts, to be idealized, demonized,  or trivialized – turned into content and appropriated for our own use. But they still live, discarding  negativity and stereotypes, they reassert themselves, and make use of traditional and new forms of Mass Media – establishing different tempos within the spacetime of memory.

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 4 Changing Tempo

 

 

Buffy Sainte-Marie, Order of Canada (born Beverly Sainte-Marie, February 20, 1941) is a Native Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, composer, visual artist, educator, pacifist, and social activist. Throughout her career in all of these areas, her work has focused on issues of Indigenous peoples of the Americas………, learn from our culture and  …………..

 

  Power In The Blood    Buffy in her own words.

 The wisdoms inherent in our own DNA are our real power,

and we won’t be goaded into war by feudal system racketeers who can outgun us.

I wrote new words to the Alabama3 classic, and they lent me samples from their original recording. I re-wrote some of the words, turned it into an anti-war song. Strange: we seem so different musically and personally, but we’re mutual fans and I love the cross-pollination in the song.

Power In The Blood
© Words & Music Alabama 3.   Modified words Buffy Sainte-Marie.

GMO GMO has got to go
Power in the blood Power in the blood

No time for spin-doctors’ medicine
Corporation government selling me some cover-up
Weaponizing pesticides; poison in my groceries
Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell

I don’t mind dying
Well I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
But when that call it comes I will say no no no to war

No time for backhanded compliments
From television anchor men desperate for an incident
Real estate assassins exploiting our predicament
Everything depends upon it being in their interests

No I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind dying
When that call it comes, I will say no no no to war

There is power in the blood, justice in the soul
When that call it comes, I will say no no no to war
Power in the blood, justice in the soul
When that call it comes I will say no no no to war

There’s military interest, GMOs in paradise
bio-weapons high up on the call sheet
Young soldiers driving tanks
but old thieves they drive the banks
and you never see a uniform on Wall Street

There is power in the blood

I don’t mind dying
I don’t mind the dying
I don’t mind dying
When that call it comes I will say no no no to war

We have come a long way through memory by way of the Mass Media metaphor for Spacetime. History, theatre, dance, gender and cultural affirmation has danced past. Hopefully this meditation and exploration proved of value. The images of the young drummer and dancers were from photos taken when I was still teaching. You can find more information and images at the following link, Aboriginal Feast Day at ELSS.

 

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 6 Changing Tempo

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime – Memories

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 1 Memories

 

 

Dancers at the Edge of Spacetime 2 Memories

This is part of a series of images  that began with screen captures from a couple of Fred & Ginger movies.   The reinterpretation of the images, combined with music that crosses genres, explores the themes of memory & time, and how the constructed realities of Mass Media become a metaphor for the relationship between our linear existence and spacetime.

 

We use Mass Media to enhance and manipulate memory, altering our experience of events. We relive events through Mass Media, and we create new experiences through forms of Mass Media that suggest another time and place.   In 1895, H.G. Wells in his novel, The Time Machine, reflected on the concept of spacetime, “There is no difference between Time and any of the three dimensions of Space except that our consciousness moves along it”. He added, “Scientific people…know very well that Time is only a kind of Space.”