02 de gener 2006

ROBERT WALSER I LA NEU

Robert Walser. Trajecte final.
Herisau (Suissa).L'escriptor que passejava. El poeta damunt la neu.Una vida evitant la notorietat. Negre sobre blanc.Lectura molt recomanable.

6 comentaris:

Anònim ha dit...

PELL DE GALLINA, ENHORABONA PER LA PRIMERA IMATGE

fotògrafa becària de n'Estanislau Verdet ha dit...

visca! visca!
ja tenim aquí un nou blog amb imatges.
m'encanten les fotos
hi donen molt de joc.
i jo com a "fotògrafa" de l'estanislau que sóc ho sé prou be.
Ja li diré a l'amo que ja hi penjen fotos aquí vostès. estarà content.

Gabriel ha dit...

El somni de qualsevol vida una mica lúcida: passar inadvertit i morir en blanc i negre! Me la guardo!

Estanislau Verdet ha dit...

molt maca la foto.
Ja m'ho ha comententat la pesada i eixerida de la meva "fotògrafa" becària de capçalera.

felicitats sr. Tatí, ara se li gira feina eh.

endora ha dit...

Ja han obert la Catalonia!!!!!!! Sembla ser que han arribat a un pacte econòmic xulo i amb un mes i mig han resolt el tema. De fet tinc la Laie també al costat... és una llàstima abandonar amb tanta assiduitat la Biblioteca Municipal de Premià de Mar i caure amb el parany brutalment fantàstic d'encetar, desvirgar...un llibre nou. OHHHHHHHHHH. He vist cada exemplar allà dalt, baix, a la prestatgeria, al panell, estiradet, arraconadet, ufà, tímid, soberbi...preparat per obrir-lo amb un ritual gairebé sagrat!
Robert Walser pot ser un de tants!!
Tati, estic escoltant el "Pastís americà" que surt per les ones de la meva ràdio xicarrona del passeig de gràcia i com tinc feina acumulada del cap d'any estalviat, estic ballant sentada a la cadira com una "posesa" mentre pico tecla!

Pregunta: ¿seria un gran descobriment saber el que diu?
Perque escoltar-la, no veas.


A long long time ago

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they´d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver

With every paper I´d deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn´t take one more step



I can´t remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died



{Refrain}

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin´ whiskey and rye

Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die

This´ll be the day that I die



Did you write the Book of Love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so

Do you believe in rock ´n roll

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow



Well, I know that you´re in love with him

´Cause I saw you dancin´ in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues



I was a lonely teenage broncin´ buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died



I started singin´

{Refrain}



Now for ten years we´ve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin´ stone

But that´s not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the King and Queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me



Oh, and while the King was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book of Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died



We were singing

{Refrain}



Helter Skelter in a summer swelter

The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul out on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast



Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While the Sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

´Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died



We started singing

{Refrain}



Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation Lost in Space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

´Cause fire is the Devil´s only friend



Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that Satan´s spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrifical rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died



He was singing

{Refrain}



I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I´d heard the music years before

But the man there said the music woudn´t play



And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died



And they were singing

{Refrain}



They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die.

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jtati ha dit...

endora: no oblidis la Laie! (en faig propaganda, doncs és petita, molt extensa i acollidora)