Cibelle – City People
Posted on May 31, 2009 under dried foliage | 1 Comment
Music: City People
Artist: Cibelle
Album: The Shine Of Dried Electric Leaves
Duration : 0:2:22
Music: City People
Artist: Cibelle
Album: The Shine Of Dried Electric Leaves
Duration : 0:2:22
An experiment with object animation using a fork, a fevicol bottle and some dry leaves… “Mr. fork loves clean environment, so he cleans up his surroundings. But a buncht of dry n wicked leaves come from somewhere. He rakes them up, bu Mr. Fork is tired of raking these leaves… everytime he cleans up the mess…everytime they spread around and mess up the ground. Now the fork is bugged and just then he sees Mr. Fevicol asks him for help. Mr. Fevicol come to his rescue and sticks up the …
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Cibelle – Phoenix Help me, I'm falling down Help me, I'm falling down the stair Of my thoughts, my heart Help, I'm slipping down Help me I'm slipping down, I feel my skin dry Miles away they could be rebirth They could become a cloud They could be anyhow Just a small portion of the ocean, so… Give me something softer cautionly (?) Give me some feathers so that I can stop it and glide And glide up Like a little birds and glide up Like an eagle With gigantic wings Master the winds of change …
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DRY LEAVES QUICKED BY RAIN
by Charles Bryant
(Suggested by Luis Cernuda’s ‘Como Leve Sonido’ – and for Emilio who recommended that I read him, with thanks.)
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Dry leaves susurrate the window-pane
asking to come in.
Rippling water over polished pebbles,
evanescent streaks of silver light
that sing.
On your clear forehead falls the fondling rain,
kisses your glowing cheek,
drips like liquid diamond from your lashes;
fringes your eyebrows, a flashing coronet
amorously askew from nearness to resplendent you.
Between dark hedges of yew and bay
your gliding eidolon haunts my dreams
at twilight, body swathed in soporific veils
of clinging slumber. Do not let me wake,
less I should lose your ever-glowing imago,
merging with killing daylight once again.
I dreamed of you; dear sweet, I dreamed of you;
as if you lived within me
taking lodging in my palpitating mind,
liege-lord of my very soul.
Duration : 0:2:24
DRY LEAVES QUICKED BY RAIN
by Charles Bryant
(Suggested by Luis Cernuda’s ‘Como Leve Sonido’ – and for Emilio who recommended that I read him, with thanks.)
__________________________________________________________
Dry leaves susurrate the window-pane
asking to come in.
Rippling water over polished pebbles,
evanescent streaks of silver light
that sing.
On your clear forehead falls the fondling rain,
kisses your glowing cheek,
drips like liquid diamond from your lashes;
fringes your eyebrows, a flashing coronet
amorously askew from nearness to resplendent you.
Between dark hedges of yew and bay
your gliding eidolon haunts my dreams
at twilight, body swathed in soporific veils
of clinging slumber. Do not let me wake,
less I should lose your ever-glowing imago,
merging with killing daylight once again.
I dreamed of you; dear sweet, I dreamed of you;
as if you lived within me
taking lodging in my palpitating mind,
liege-lord of my very soul.
Duration : 0:2:24
Interview with Kadek Ardita, a Balinese artist who carries on the beautiful handicraft of drawing and writing on dried palm leaves as it has been effectuated for thousands of years, long before paper had been developed. Today only a few people on the island of Bali inherited this craftmanship and use it to create storyboards like on the Ramayana, calendars or illustrations of deities. This is episode 22 of the monthly interview podcast LIFE Voices. Watch in HD!
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Dried Leaves haciendo Maybe I’m A Leo en la Sala Eventual de Málaga
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Dried Leaves – Fled Away en directo en la Sala Eventual Music
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Dried Leaves haciendo Laugh At You en la Sala Eventual de Málaga
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