Thursday, March 31, 2011

Platonov






Platonov (Russian: Платонов also known as Fatherlessness and A Play Without a Title) is the name in English given to an early, untitled play written in Russian by Anton Chekhov in 1878.

It was the first large-scale drama by Chekhov written specifically for Maria Yermolova, rising star of Maly Theatre. Yermolova rejected the play and it was not published until 1923.





The lead character is "Mikhail Platonov", a disillusioned provincial schoolmaster, and his name is used for the title in English translations.

Chekhov's own text, which despite a running time of about five hours he never thought of as finished, is seldom played.







Love affairs, discussions of debts, drink, boredom and monotony are the landscape in which the guests on the veranda of the attractive widow Anna Petrovna lead their lives, until the arrival of a young teacher, Platonov, who will have a profound effect on their stagnant existence.




However, the charming hero’s lustre gradually fades as he wastes his time enjoying the frailties of others and putting his own to the test. Four women are sucked into the vortex of his charm and his dangerous game will have unforeseen consequences for everyone.




In his first play, Platonov, Chekhov tackles the main thematic motifs that will occupy him in the future.

His heroes are ruled by the passions and frailties of human nature, expectations are unfulfilled, and life is a futile quest for happiness in which comedy and drama endlessly alternate, just as in real life.




This early example of Chekhov's genius is directed on the Nikos Kourkoulos New Stage by Giorgos Lanthimos (director of the multi-award-winning film Dogtooth).
The production is based on a modern adaptation of the play by David Hare and is performed by a dynamic cast of young actors.



Adaptation: David Hare
Translation: Efi Giannopoulou
Direction: Giorgos Lanthimos
Set design: Anna Georgiadou
Costume design: Thanos Papastergiou, Vasileia Rozana
Movement: Amalia Bennett
Lighting design: Thimios Bakatakis
Musical support and sound processing: Christos Lainas
Dramaturg: Elena Karakouli
Assistant to the director: Anna Nikolaou





Cast:
Porfiry Glagolyev: Manos Vakousis
Osip / Sergei Voinitsev: Thanassis Dimou
Isaac / Abraham Vengerovich: Vasilis Karaboulas
Nikolai Triletski: Andreas Konstantinou
Marko / Kiril / Maria Yegorovna: Ariane Labed
Anna Petrovna: Angeliki Papoulia
Katya / Sofia Yegorovna: Maria Protopappa
Michael Platonov: Aris Servetalis
Sasha Ivanovna: Elena Topalidou


A small  against-the-regulations-about-videocameras scene from the play



Personal Note: Probably the best play I had the chance/luck to attend this year. Fresh, Interesting, Innovating, Inspiring.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Why Did We Fire The Gun





Lay down your head
And show me if you like it
Lend me your ears
And read me like a book

This conversation
It strikes me
No need for words
It's all understood

Lay down your head
And show me if you like it
Wondering if there is something
We did wrong
Nothing can stop me
From shaking
Why did we have to fire that gun







Lay down your head
And show me if you like it
Wondering if there is something
We did wrong

Nothing can stop me

From shaking
Why did we have to fire that gun

Why did we have to fire that gun


Waldeck

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Let Them Eat Cake







I have some friends, all dressed in black, their eyes can never see
they seem to think they give a fuck, they hate and disagree

I have some friends, all dressed in rimes, afraid to touch the world
they sing for everything that shines, they haven't made up their minds 

some of them afraid to sleep, keep boring all the life away
they always frown and shake their teeth cause smile's what urges god to stay





I want to feed them cake

always filled expired alibis, I want to feed them cake
always burnt in phoney fires, I want to feed them cake
always wearing a smiling mask, I want to feed them cake
always frightened in the dusk, I want to feed them cake


Nalyssa Green

G-Babies

Baby Guru & Larry Gus 


Those photos are taken from their recent live@Knot Gallery:  "Larry Gus and Friends"



 

Larry Gus + Άγγελος Κυρίου



" My friend Larry Gus"



 Larry Gus under surveillance





Riding the Rhythm



Riding the Rhythm - Closer



Sha-man 



You can listen to Larry's music here: alt.Link1, alt.Link2, Official Blog, MySpace




 8 sec Baby Guru


more Baby Guru's music: alt.Link, Official Site, MySpace


Monday, March 28, 2011

Bachelorette





I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay




I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break

Bjork

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Greek War of Independence III


Part III: The Greek Metal



 

Aggelos Sikelianos' House@Delphi 




Antic Shop@Athens



I will come back 


Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Greek War of Independence II


Part II: Greek -Hellenic- Nature

 
Once there was a forest here




 

Holy Ground@Delphi





 The Warning



Friday, March 25, 2011

The Greek War of Independence I


The Greek War of Independence, also known as the Greek Revolution was a successful war of independence waged by the Greek revolutionaries between 1821 and 1830.

The Revolution is celebrated on 25 March by the modern Greek state, which is a national day.

This month (March 2011) I went for a small trip in the country and I decided for the next 2 posts (plus this one) to dedicate them to Greece,  Greece's History and to our future revolutions.



Part I - Ancient Greece - Hellas 


 

Iniohos@Delphi



 

Kouros Bros@Delphi




 

 Hope Disappeared













Thursday, March 24, 2011

Walking in.to paintings



  
You've been searching for that someone,
and it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Don't get lonely now
Dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around




I heard it all before
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self doubt means nothing
Was ever there




You can't go forcing something if it's just
Not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found

When I come around. 


Green Day

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The beard of a postpone revolution





Sick at heart and lonely,
deep in dark despair.
Thinking one thought only
where is she tell me where.
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea




And I know if she had me back again
well I would never make her sad.
I've gotta heart full of soul.

She's been gone such a long time
longer than I can bear
but if she says she wants me
tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea.

The YardBirds

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I'm a spy, I can see




I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know





I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy, I can see
What you do
And I know

The Doors

Monday, March 21, 2011

See Through You




Everybody loves the way, they do
Oh, everybody cares a lot, they do
Everybody knows our love will do
And they'll see through you

No one ever knows how I love you
No one ever feels like I feel you
Oh, no one understands the way you do
And I'll see through you




Everybody loves the way, they do
Oh, everybody cares a lot, they do
Everybody knows our love will do
And they'll see through you

No one ever knows how I love you
No one ever feels like I feel you
Oh, everybody knows, and they'll see...
see through you

Flunk

Sunday, March 20, 2011

3 years



Thursday, March 20, 2008

(my) space diary has been born,

and it is wondering since into the vast electronic soup of Internet

It is now three -3- years old

This blog had been transformed many times

and it is still changing...

so do I.


-

Images from March/2010





the warmth of art galleries



during a warm friendly conversation

proteXX blue




It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
but everybody knows that she uses it well
it's the therapeutic structure i can use at will
but i don't think it fits my b.d. drill

sitting in a carriage of a bakerloo
erotica my pocket got a packet for you
advert on the escalator on my way home
i don't need no skin flicks, i wanna be alone



I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
protex, protex blue
all I wanna do

The Clash

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Midnight summer dream





Woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell

I dreamt about an old man
Sat and watched the rain all night
He couldn't sleep a wink as all the drops fell

He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead

And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
From all the pain
A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain

I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don't know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain

Don't remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again

Maybe I'll never find him
Maybe he's gone forever

One thing's pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else besides wrong and right

Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell.

Stranglers

Friday, March 18, 2011

If you believed they put a man on the moon






Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. 
Here's a little ghost for the offering. 
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. 
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah




If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

REM

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The light stays on over our heads




Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask




Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one

There is a light that never goes out

The Smiths

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Like a hobo, Like a tree



I’ve always known
Since I was a young boy
In this world,
everything’s as good as bad

Now my father told me
always speak a true word
And I have to say that is
the best advice I’ve had



Because something burns inside of me
It’s everything I long to be
And lies, they only stop me
from feeling free

Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me




I’ve never yearned
for anybody’s fortune
The less I have
the more I am a happy man

Now my mother told me
always keep your head on
Because some may praise you
just to get what they want



And I said mama I am not afraid
They will take what they will take
And what would life be like
without a few mistakes

Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me


Charlie Winston