NASA: Spain - Bay of Biscay - The dynamic growth of a springtime phytoplankton bloom - 30.04.13

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Painter: Egon Schiele - Part 10 - Links to his works - Links a sus trabajos

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 Egon Schiele Peasants' Jug


Egon Schiele Poldi Lodzinsky

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Boy

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Man with a Floppy Hat (Erwin Dominilk Osen)

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Woman with Blue and Green Scarf

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Edith Schiele

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Eduard Kismack with Raised Left Han

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Erich Lederer

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Feiderike Maria Beer

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Gerta Schiele

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Heinrich Benesch

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Johann Harms

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Karl Maylander

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of Marge Boerner

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Boy

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Man with a Floppy Hat (Erwin Dominilk Osen)

 
Egon Schiele Portrait of a Woman with Blue and Green Scarf
 



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Music: Louis Armstrong - When It's Sleepie Time Down South (1959) - What Wonderful World - Lyrics - Data of both songs

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When It's Sleepie Time Down South, Armstrong Louis, 1959

Pale moon shinin' on the fields below oaks are croonin' so soft and low
No need tellin' cause I know it's sleepy time down south
Soft wind blowin' to them pineywood trees folks down there they live a life of these
When my mama falls on her knees it's sleepy time down south
Stam boats on the river keep a comin' and a goin' splashin' the night away
Hear the banjos ringin' folks keep a singin' they dance till break of day
Dear old south land with your dreamy song take me back there that's where I belong
Oh I'd love to be in my sweet mama's arms
When it's sleepy time sleepy time down south


"When It's Sleepy Time Down South", also known as "Sleepy Time Down South", is a 1931 jazz song written by Clarence Muse, Leon René and Otis René. It was sung in the movie Safe in Hell by Nina Mae McKinney, and became the theme song of Louis Armstrong, who recorded it almost a hundred times during his career.[1] The song is now considered a jazz standard. Al Hirt released a version on his 1963 album, Our Man in New Orleans.[2]

The lyrics concern the Great Migration in the United States, the movement of African-Americans from the South to cities in the North, with the singer talking about the "dear old Southland... where I belong",[1] and contain many racial stereotypes.[3] Armstrong's popularity among African American audiences dropped because of the song, but at the same time it helped the trumpeter to make his fan base broader.[4] There is a 1942 film short of the song where Armstrong and others played slaves and farm workers.[1]


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Louis Armstrong - What Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.


The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.


I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
   
Fuente: musica.com


"What a Wonderful World" is a song written by Bob Thiele (as "George Douglas") and George David Weiss. It was first recorded by Louis Armstrong and released as a single in 1967. Thiele and Weiss were both prominent in the music world (Thiele as a producer and Weiss as a composer/performer).[1] Armstrong's recording was inducted in the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. The publishing for this song is controlled by Memory Lane Music Group, Carlin Music Corp., and Bug Music, Inc.

History

Intended as an antidote for the increasingly racially and politically charged climate of everyday life in the United States, the song also has a hopeful, optimistic tone with regard to the future, with reference to babies being born into the world and having much to look forward to. The song was initially offered to Tony Bennett, who turned it down.[2] Thereafter, it was offered to Louis Armstrong. George Weiss recounts in the book Off the Record: Songwriters on Songwriting by Graham Nash that he wrote the lyrics specifically for Louis Armstrong. George was inspired by Louis’ ability to bring people of different colors together. The song was not initially a hit in the United States, where it sold fewer than 1,000 copies because the ABC Records head Larry Newton did not like the song and so did not promote it, but was a major success in the United Kingdom, reaching number one on the UK Singles Chart. In the US, the song hit #116 on the Billboard Bubbling Under Chart. It was also the biggest-selling single of 1968 in the UK where it was among the last pop singles issued by HMV Records before becoming an exclusive classical music label.[3] The song made Louis Armstrong the oldest male to top the chart, at sixty-six years and ten months old. Armstrong's record was broken in 2009 when a cover version of "Islands in the Stream" recorded for Comic Relief – which included 68-year-old Tom Jones – reached number one.

ABC Records' European distributor EMI forced ABC to issue a What A Wonderful World album in 1968 (catalogue number ABCS-650) which did not chart in the US due to ABC's non-promotion of it,[4] but did chart in the UK where it was issued by Stateside Records with catalogue number SSL 10247 and peaked on the British chart at #37.

The song gradually became something of a standard and reached a new level of popularity. In 1978, Armstrong's 1967 recording was featured in the closing scenes of the first series of BBC radio's cult hit, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and was repeated for BBC's 1981 TV series of the same. In 1988, Armstrong's recording was featured in the film Good Morning, Vietnam and was re-released as a single, hitting #32 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart in February 1988. The single charted at number one for the fortnight ending June 27, 1988 on the Australian chart.

In 2001, rappers Ghostface Killah, Raekwon and The Alchemist released "The Forest," a song which begins with three lines of lyric adapted from "What a Wonderful World", altered to become "an invitation to get high" on marijuana.[5] The rappers and their record company, Sony Music Entertainment, were sued by the owners of "What a Wonderful World," Abilene Music. The suit was thrown out of court after judge Gerard E. Lynch determined that the altered lyric was indisputably a parody, transforming the uplifting original message to a new one with a darker nature.[5][6]



"What a Wonderful World" es una canción jazz escrita por Bob Thiele y George David Weiss, estrenada por Louis Armstrong y editada por primera vez como single a principios del otoño de 1967. Con la idea de ser un antídoto al clima político y racial de la década de 1960, fue escrita especialmente para Louis Armstrong, que le imprimió especial atractivo.

La canción describe la delicia del cantante por las cosas simples de cada día, y mantiene un tono optimista con esperanza en el futuro, incluyendo una referencia a los bebés que nacen en el mundo y tendrán mucho para ver y crecer. No fue inicialmente un éxito en los Estados Unidos, donde vendió menos de 1000 copias, pero sí logró mayor recepción en el Reino Unido, hasta alcanzar el primer puesto de ventas en 1968.

La difusión mundial de la canción tuvo lugar a partir de su inclusión en 1987 en la banda de sonido de la película "Good Morning, Vietnam", dirigida por Barry Levinson y protagonizada -entre otros- por Robin Williams. Fue la banda sonora del inicio de las primeras temporadas de la serie norteamericana Cosas de casa.








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Poesie - Poesia: Paul Verlaine - Sagesse - Sensatez - Promenade sentimentale - Paseo sentimental - Links

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Sagesse

(...)
J'avais peiné comme Sisyphe
Et comme Hercule travaillé
Contre la chair qui se rebiffe.
J'avais lutté, j'avais baillé
Des coups à trancher des montagnes,
Et comme Achille ferraillé.
Farouche ami qui m'accompagnes,
Tu le sais, courage païen,
Si nous en fîmes des campagnes,
Si nous avons négligé rien
Dans cette guerre exténuante,
Si nous avons travaillé bien!
Le tout en vain: l'âpre géante
A mon effort de tout côté
Opposait sa ruse ambiante,
Et toujours un lâche abrité
Dans mes conseils qu'il environne
Livrait les clés de la cité.
Que ma chance fût male ou bonne,
Toujours un parti de mon coeur
Ouvrait sa porte à la Gorgone.
Toujours l'ennemi suborneur
Savait envelopper d'un piège
Même la victoire et l'honneur!
J'étais le vaincu qu'on assiège,
Prêt à vende son sang bien cher,
Quand, blanche en vêtements de neige,
Toute belle au front humble et fier,
Une Dame vint sur la nue,
Qui d'un signe fit fuir la Chair.
Dans une tempête inconnue
De rage et de cris inhumains,
Et déchirant sa gorge nue,
Le Monstre reprit ses chemins
Par les bois pleins d'amours affreuses,
Et la Dame, joignant les mains:
"Mon pauvre combattant qui creuses,
Dit-elle, ce dilemme en vain,
Trêve aux victoires malheureuses!
Il t'arrive un secours divin
Dont je suis sûre messagère
Pour ton salut, possible enfin!"
- "O ma Dame dont la voix chère
Encourage un blessé jaloux
De voir finir l'atroce guerre,
Vous qui parlez d'un ton si doux
En m'annonçant de bonnes choses,
Ma Dame, qui donc êtes-vous?"
- J'étais née avant toutes causes
Et je verrai la fin de tous
Les effets, étoiles et roses.
En même temps, bonne, sur vous,
Hommes faibles et pauvres femmes,
Je pleure, et je vous trouve fous!
Je pleure sur vos tristes âmes,
J'ai l'amour d'elles, j'ai la peur
D'elles, et de leurs voeux infâmes!
O ceci n'est pas le bonheur,
Veillez, Quelqu'un l'a dit que j'aime,
Veillez, crainte du Suborneur,
Veillez, crainte du Jour suprême!
Qui je suis? me demandais-tu.
Mon nom courbe les anges même;
Je suis le coeur de la vertu,
Je suis l'âme de la sagesse,
Mon nom brûle l'Enfer têtu;
Je suis la douceur qui redresse,
J'aime tous et n'accuse aucun,
Mon nom, seul, se nomme promesse,
Je suis l'unique hôte opportun,
Je parle au Roi le vrai langage
Du matin rose et du soir brun,
Je suis la Prière, et mon gage
C'est ton vice en déroute au loin;
Ma condition: "Toi, sois sage."
- "Oui, ma Dame, et soyez témoin!"


Sensatez

(...)
Me había esforzado como Sísifo
Y trabajado como Hércules
Contra la carne que se rebela
Había luchado, había asestado
Tajos como para cortar montañas
Y como Aquiles me había batido.
Huraño amigo que me acompañas.
Tú lo sabes, coraje pagano,
Que hicimos campañas.
Y nada descuidamos
En aquella guerra extenuante.
¡Trabajamos bien !
Pero todo en vano;
El áspero gigante
A todos sus esfuerzos
Oponía su aire artero.
Y siempre un cobarde emboscado,
Cercando mis consejos,
Entregaba las llaves de la ciudad.
Que mi suerte fuese mala o buena,
Siempre un impulso de mi corazón
Abría su puerta a la Gorgona,
¡ Siempre el enemigo sobornador
sabía envolver en una trampa
incluso la victoria y el honor !
Yo era el vencido al que se asedia,
Dispuesto a vender muy cara su sangre,
Cuando, blanca en sus vestidos de nieve,
Muy bella, la frente humilde y altiva,
Una Señora apareció sobre la nube,
Y de un signo hizo desaparecer la carne.
En una tempestad desconocida
De rabia y gritos inhumanos,
Desgarrándose su desnudo seno,
El Monstruo volvió a sus caminos
Por los bosques llenos de amores espantosos,
Y la señora, juntando las manos:
Mi pobre combatiente que profundizas
-dijo - este dilema vano,
tregua a las victorias desdichadas!
"Te llega un divino socorro,
del cual yo soy segura mensajera,
para tu salvación, posible al fin"
-Oh, mi Señora de voz amada,
anima a un herido, deseoso
de ver terminar la guerra atroz,
voz que habláis con un tono tan dulce
y me anunciáis buenas cosas,
mi Señora, ¿quién sois vos?
- Yo nací antes que todas las causas
y veré el fin de todos
los efectos, estrellas y rosas.
"Y al mismo tiempo, buena para vosotros,
hombres débiles y pobres mujeres,
¡ lloro y os encuentro locos !
"Lloro por vuestras tristes almas,
a las que amo, pero tengo miedo
de ellas y de sus infames deseos."
"Oh, esto no es la felicidad.
Velado, aunque alguien diga que os amo,
Velad, temed al sobornador,
Velad, ¡ temed al día supremo !
¿ Quien soy yo ? me preguntabas tu.
Mi nombre inclina a los propios ángeles,
Yo soy el corazón de la virtud,
Yo soy el alma de la sensatez,
Mi nombre quema al obstinado Infierno.,
Yo soy la dulzura que endereza,
Os amo a todos y no acuso a nadie,
Mi nombre, sólo se llama promesa,
Yo soy la única huésped oportuna,
Habló al rey el verdadero lenguaje
De la mañana rosada y del atardecer oscuro.
"Yo soy la plegaria y mi compromiso
es tu vicio ya lejos y derrotado.
Mi convicción: "Se juicioso"
-Si, mi Señora, y sed vos testigo.

Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
 

Promenade sentimentale

Le couchant dardait ses rayons suprêmes
Et le vent berçait les nénuphars blêmes ;
Les grands nénuphars entre les roseaux
Tristement luisaient sur les calmes eaux.
Moi j'errais tout seul, promenant ma plaie
Au long de l'étang, parmi la saulaie
Où la brume vague évoquait un grand
Fantôme laiteux se désespérant
Et pleurant avec la voix des sarcelles
Qui se rappelaient en battant des ailes
Parmi la saulaie où j'errais tout seul
Promenant ma plaie ; et l'épais linceul
Des ténèbres vint noyer les suprêmes
Rayons du couchant dans ses ondes blêmes
Et des nénuphars, parmi les roseaux,
Des grands nénuphars sur les calmes eaux.


Paseo sentimental

El ocaso lanzaba sus rayos supremos
Y el viento mecía los nenúfares pálidos;
Los grandes nenúfares, entre las cañas,
Lucían tristemente sobre las aguas quietas.
Yo, erraba solo, paseando mi llaga
A lo largo del estanque, entre los sauces
Donde la vaga bruma evocaba un gran
Fantasma lechoso desesperándose
Y llorando con la voz de los ánades
Que se llaman batiendo sus alas
Entre los sauces donde yo erraba solo
Paseando mi llaga; y la espesa mortaja
De las tinieblas vino a ahogar los supremos
Rayos del ocaso en esas olas pálidas
De los nenúfares entre las cañas,
Los grandes nenúfares sobre las aguas quietas.

Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

 




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Poetry: Amy Lowell - New York at Night - Roads - Dreams - Links to her poems

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New York at Night

A near horizon whose sharp jags
Cut brutally into a sky
Of leaden heaviness, and crags
Of houses lift their masonry
Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie
And snort, outlined against the gray
Of lowhung cloud. I hear the sigh
The goaded city gives, not day
Nor night can ease her heart, her anguished labours stay.
Below, straight streets, monotonous,
From north and south, from east and west,
Stretch glittering; and luminous
Above, one tower tops the rest
And holds aloft man's constant quest:
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed
Of millions, robber of the best
Which earth can give, the vulgar creed
Has seared upon the night its flaming ruthless screed.
O Night! Whose soothing presence brings
The quiet shining of the stars.
O Night! Whose cloak of darkness clings
So intimately close that scars
Are hid from our own eyes. Beggars
By day, our wealth is having night
To burn our souls before altars
Dim and tree-shadowed, where the light
Is shed from a young moon, mysteriously bright.
Where art thou hiding, where thy peace?
This is the hour, but thou art not.
Will waking tumult never cease?
Hast thou thy votary forgot?
Nature forsakes this man-begot
And festering wilderness, and now
The long still hours are here, no jot
Of dear communing do I know;
Instead the glaring, man-filled city groans below!  


Roads

I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient dyes.
They are myriad-voiced, and musical,
And scented with happiest memories.
O Winding roads that I know so well,
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill!
They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune
Gay as a honey-bee humming in June.
'T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet
And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch;
'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze,
And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch.
A cow in a meadow shakes her bell
And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air,
Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves
Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where
The sun splashed bright on the road ahead
A startled rabbit quivered and fled.
O Uphill roads and roads that dip down!
You curl your sun-spattered length along,
And your march is beaten into a song
By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse
And the panting breath of the dogs I love.
The pageant of Autumn follows its course
And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above.
And the song and the country become as one,
I see it as music, I hear it as light;
Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone,
The land of desire, my soul's delight.
And always it beats in my listening ears
With the gentle thud of a horse's stride,
With the swift-falling steps of many dogs,
Following, following at my side.
O Roads that journey to fairyland!
Radiant highways whose vistas gleam,
Leading me on, under crimson leaves,
To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream.
 
Dreams

I do not care to talk to you although
Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies,
And all my being's silent harmonies
Wake trembling into music. When you go
It is as if some sudden, dreadful blow
Had severed all the strings with savage ease.
No, do not talk; but let us rather seize
This intimate gift of silence which we know.
Others may guess your thoughts from what you say,
As storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods.
To me the very essence of the day
Reveals its inner purpose and its moods;
As poplars feel the rain and then straightway
Reverse their leaves and shimmer through the woods.



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NASA: Argentina - Islas Georgias del Sud - South Georgia Island - 29.04.13

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South Georgia Island
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This photograph from the International Space Station (ISS) shows the eastern half of South Georgia Island. At 54 degrees South latitude, snow and ice are permanent everywhere on the island except at altitudes near sea level, where temperatures are higher.
Glaciers sourced in mountain snow and ice—eleven peaks rise higher than 2,000 meters (6,500 feet) above sea level—can be seen reaching the sea (such as at image lower right). Calving icebergs float away from the ice front at image lower right. The island’s glaciers are a major source of erosion. As the ice grinds over rock and soil, it produces fine sediments, known as glacial flour, that impart a milky color to water. The sediment appears as a lighter-toned zone offshore around the island. (Note that in this image, north is to the lower right.)
South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands, a British overseas territory, are a remote string of islands in the southern Atlantic Ocean. In 1882–1883, a German scientific expedition stationed at Royal Bay (center left) observed the transit of Venus and, amazingly, recorded waves that originated 12,330 kilometers (7,660 miles) away with the eruption of Krakatau.
South Georgia is 170 kilometers long and by far the largest island in the territory, though the current population is less than 50 people. The main revenue comes from fishing licenses, which allow access to rich fishing grounds. Other revenue comes from tourism, customs and harbor dues, and the sale of postage stamps; most of that revenue is spent on fishery protection and research.
While the ISS only orbits above locations between 52 degrees North and South latitude, astronauts using handheld cameras can take images of regions at higher latitudes by using long focal-length lenses and high viewing angles. Such images tend to highlight topographic relief due to shadowing effects (image left) and look similar to the view you might get out of a commercial airliner window.
Astronaut photograph ISS035-E-18807 was acquired on April 13, 2013, with a Nikon D3S digital camera using a 400 millimeter lens, and is provided by the ISS Crew Earth Observations experiment and Image Science & Analysis Laboratory, Johnson Space Center. The image was taken by the Expedition 35 crew. It has been cropped and enhanced to improve contrast, and lens artifacts have been removed. The International Space Station Program supports the laboratory as part of the ISS National Lab to help astronauts take pictures of Earth that will be of the greatest value to scientists and the public, and to make those images freely available on the Internet. Additional images taken by astronauts and cosmonauts can be viewed at the NASA/JSC Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth. Caption by M. Justin Wilkinson, Jacobs/ESCG at NASA-JSC.
Instrument: 
ISS - Digital Camera
NASA: Argentina - Islas Georgias del Sud - South Georgia Island - 29.04.13

Photos - Fotos: August Sander (1876-1964) - Part 7 - 19 photos - A cartography of Germans of early twentieth century - Una cartografía de los alemanes de principios de siglo XX - Links

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August Sander, Painter [Gottfried Brockmann] 1924


August Sander, Painter [Jankel Adler] 1924


August Sander, Pastor's Wife c. 1920


August Sander, Red Cross Nurse 1924


August Sander, Sisters and Brother 1924































Photos - Fotos: August Sander (1876-1964) - Part 7 - 19 photos - A cartography of Germans of early twentieth century - Una cartografía de los alemanes de principios de siglo XX - Links
 




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