I’m gonna miss the birds
Singing all their songs
Another World - Antony and the Johnsons
We're gonna miss you much.
Junio 22 de 2010
lunes, 28 de junio de 2010
viernes, 28 de mayo de 2010
Puffin Books
‘The worst has happened, but evacuated children are going to need books more than ever. Let us get out half a dozen as soon as we can.’
So wrote Allen Lane, the founder of Penguin Books, to Noel Carrington, an editor and producer of books for Country Life, in 1939, shortly after war with Germany had been declared.
So wrote Allen Lane, the founder of Penguin Books, to Noel Carrington, an editor and producer of books for Country Life, in 1939, shortly after war with Germany had been declared.
miércoles, 5 de mayo de 2010
sábado, 24 de abril de 2010
Sobre el editor por Ernst Rowohlt
«Debes parecer al autor un joven lobo de la venta o un gentil mecenas; de cualquier forma no eres lo uno ni lo otro. (...) EI comercio de productos del espíritu será siempre un término medio entre tus gustos personales y lo que te apasiona, por una parte, y tu sentido de la oportunidad por otro. Cuando tengas veinte años de experiencia en este comercio que no es tal comercio, tú mismo serás incapaz de distinguir si es el sentido artístico o comercial el que te guía: te habrás convertido en un perfecto bastardo.»
Y añade: «Editar un libro es una tarea casi más enloquecida que escribirlo.»
Y añade: «Editar un libro es una tarea casi más enloquecida que escribirlo.»
jueves, 15 de abril de 2010
lunes, 8 de marzo de 2010
Apple Bed
I wish I had
a horse's heada tiger's heart
an apple bed.Sparklehorse (Mark Linkous 1962 - 2010)
viernes, 5 de marzo de 2010
Not anymore
Remember that time when you told me about wolves?
Yes.
Remember how you told me you saw them everywhere? How they kept appearing out of the blue...
Yes.
Well I thought, as you did, they were meant for you. Because I thought the gypsy woman was talking to you, telling you to get out of this town. Because, as Denis, the man-turned-wolf, you don't quite understand how it is to come out of your cave and into the world. And because I like the moon and the idea of a lone wolf howling to the moon seemed perfect. Before.
Before.
But no. There's no more howling and the wolves keep coming, to me. There's one from a library book, and the one that's always been staring from my night table is still there. And others came from the mountain. And a guy I didn't like kept asking me questions about werewolves that I didn't want to answer, and I cried. You had to tell me about them just because I am supposed to see them, they are meant for me.
No.
Yes. But yesterday I saw the last one I want to see. In the park, before the crowd, a wolf was howling silently to a full moon made of a shining light, while a girl sang songs of longing and loss. And it was clear to me that wolves that were once yours, and now mine, are turning into demons, into ghosts that haunt my dreams.
I don't want to haunt you.
I know. That's why I'm not into wolves anymore.
Yes.
Remember how you told me you saw them everywhere? How they kept appearing out of the blue...
Yes.
Well I thought, as you did, they were meant for you. Because I thought the gypsy woman was talking to you, telling you to get out of this town. Because, as Denis, the man-turned-wolf, you don't quite understand how it is to come out of your cave and into the world. And because I like the moon and the idea of a lone wolf howling to the moon seemed perfect. Before.
Before.
But no. There's no more howling and the wolves keep coming, to me. There's one from a library book, and the one that's always been staring from my night table is still there. And others came from the mountain. And a guy I didn't like kept asking me questions about werewolves that I didn't want to answer, and I cried. You had to tell me about them just because I am supposed to see them, they are meant for me.
No.
Yes. But yesterday I saw the last one I want to see. In the park, before the crowd, a wolf was howling silently to a full moon made of a shining light, while a girl sang songs of longing and loss. And it was clear to me that wolves that were once yours, and now mine, are turning into demons, into ghosts that haunt my dreams.
I don't want to haunt you.
I know. That's why I'm not into wolves anymore.
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