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Thursday, September 18, 2014

ASIA: "High Voltage Live" (CD/DVD)

Rating: Live
Label: Frontiers 2014
Review by: Urban "Wally" Wallstrom

Where do I begin? Recorded live at the High Voltage festival in London, Asia stormed the stage at 6:30 in daylight, before any hint of any summer dusk. The short introduction by Roger "Art Machine" Dean, and you're about to watch something else as the DVD give a completely new meaning to the old saying of warts and all. It's the pale, the chubby, the hoarse, and the nearly over excited drummer, "are you having fun? cause we are".

Nah. That's a bit harsh. It's ASIA in 2010 and people need to understand that certain things DO change with time and it's no longer 1982 (even if they say/sing so in 'Heat Of The Moment'). Let's not put down people for being animated and especially not Carl Palmer since he's the proper legend, still bashing away behind the skins. The sign of a great drummer? If there's a gong in the set-up of course. Or is the opposite? Just kidding. Palmer's on fire through out the gig and no doubt the most energetic and fun member of the band.

"Hello east-enders. How ya' doin". John Wetton may not spend much time with banter (or walking for that matter) and the vocals are not quite as smooth as in the eighties. Perhaps not his best performance overall, a couple of blue notes, it's at least the real deal, warts and all. The backup vocals of Stevie Howe and especially during, "One Step Closer", hardly perfect pitch (and that's nice, very nice of yours truly). It doesn't matter in all honesty, since it's the rather boring song, way too pompous and dated. The almost jazzy and progressive work of "Time Again", the nice surprise as it clearly works the best live and in front of an audience.

Speaking of the folks at the festival. Waaay too laid-back and silent, merely the closing track of "Heat Of The Moment" gets them going. The mix is at times hard on the ears and basically the polished bootleg. But again, it's at least the reality of a band and not the fake-azz production.

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Agni the Messenger Witch

Agni, a Messenger witch. Plucky. Resilient. Can get everywhere.

Agni was despatched by Queen Elspeth to the dimension of Demona, which the Queen referred to as a backwater, to deliver a Strongly Worded Letter to Demona. Strongly Worded Letters are a highly explosive and vitriolic method of communication and their use is so rare that only trusted Messenger Witches are qualified to deliver them. Agni had served the Queen in a messenger capacity for fifteen years before she was selected to delivered the Strongly Worded Letter, the first since the tragic incident with the SWL delivered to the witch Baba Yaya a hundred years earlier.

Agni delivered the SWL with the speed expected of her, but was unfortunately captured by Demona's demons upon her arrival. Demona was not impressed with the SWL or its contents, and had Agni put in a dungeon as retaliation. A few days later, Agni was transferred back to the Undercity, at the request of Countess Alcydia, who hoped to use her blood as an ingredient for a Witch Elixir with which to repopulate the Undercity.

After a year of experimentation, Alcydia's Wolfmen rebelled, Agni was set free and immediately resumed work for the Witch Queen, without as much as a vacation to recover from a year in the dungeons. They just don't make witches like that anymore.

Agni currently lives in the new Undercity and has taken advantage of the Queen's rejuvenation offer.

I love this picture of Agni. She's a very cute girl with some hips!

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The Rogue Folk Club presents

Alasdair Fraser and Natalie Haas

with a Workshop at 2pm and a Film at 6pm!

Alasdair Fraser & Natalie Haas

Documentary - The Groove Is Not Trivial

3214 West 10th Ave, Kitsilano

Accessible All ages

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The musical partnership between Alasdair Fraser, long regarded as one of Scotland’s premier fiddle ambassadors, and the sizzlingly-talented young California cellist Natalie Haas may not seem an obvious one. Fraser, acclaimed by the San Francisco Examiner as “the Michael Jordan of Scottish fiddling,” has a concert and recording career spanning 30 years, with a long list of awards, accolades, television credits, and feature performances on top movie soundtracks (Last of the Mohicans,Titanic, Stone of Destiny). Fraser has been sponsored by the British Council to represent Scotland’s music internationally, and received the Scottish Heritage Center Service Award for outstanding contributions to Scottish culture and traditions.

Haas, a graduate of the Juilliard School of Music, wasn’t even born when Alasdair was winning national fiddle competitions on the other side of the Atlantic. But this seemingly unlikely pairing is the fulfillment of a long-standing musical dream for Fraser, whose cutting-edge musical explorations took him full circle to find a cellist who could help him return the cello to its historical role at the rhythmic heart of Scottish dance music.

Natalie Haas was just 11 when she first attended Fraser’s Valley of the Moon Scottish Fiddling School in California. She responded to Fraser’s challenge to find and release the cello’s rhythmic soul, and four years later, when Natalie was just 15, Fraser and Haas played their first gig together. Now regularly touring with Fraser and creating a buzz at festivals and in concert halls throughout Europe and North America, Natalie is in the vanguard of young cellists who are re-defining the role of the cello in traditional music. “Cellists are coming out of the woodwork to study with Natalie, to learn how she creates a groove and a whole powerful rhythm section,” says Fraser. “It’s inspiring to hear the cello unleashed from its orchestral shackles!”

The Duo has four recordings: Abundance, Highlander's Farewell, In the Moment and the award winning Fire & Grace — all on Fraser’s own Culburnie Records label. The CDs display the duo’s dazzling teamwork, driving, dancing rhythms, and their shared passion for improvising on the melody and the groove of Scottish tunes. “Haas is the percussive power to Fraser's fiddle fireworks, providing syncopated, bowed underpinnings to his melodies and solos,” writes Kira Schlechter of The Patriot News. The pair are about to launch their 5th album.

The duo has performs frequently in Europe, and throughout the US and Canada. They have been featured on NPR’s Performance Today, the Thistle & Shamrock, and Mountain Stage, and represented Scotland at the Smithsonian Museum’s Folklife Festival. In addition, Fraser and Haas have busy teaching schedules, including summer fiddle courses in the US, Scotland, and Spain.

THERE'S ALSO AN INSTRUCTIONAL WORKSHOP ... led by Alasdair and Natalie from 2pm to 4pm on the day of the performance. It will be open to all players of all instruments. It's all about playing in a collaborative way, emphasizing the "groove" in the music. Renowned performer and master teacher of the rich fiddling tradition of Scotland, Alasdair inspires us to higher and deeper levels of self-expression within an embracing community of listeners, learners and like-minded folk. Workshop admission is $30, or only $15 with a concert ticket. RSVP at to register.

AND THERE'S A DOCUMENTARY MOVIE TOO ... As a special added attraction, we will be presenting the Canadian Premiere of a recently released and acclaimed documentary about Alasdair Fraser at 6pm on the day of the performance. The Groove is Not Trivial follows Alasdair’s personal journey in search of self expression, a quest that has led him to dig deep into his Scottish musical roots. There he finds a universal pulse — a  groove — that runs through his virtuosic performances with cellist Natalie Haas and his dynamic teaching at his wildly popular, freewheeling fiddle camps in California, Scotland, and Spain. At his gatherings around the world for musicians of all ages and abilities, ‘the groove’ is a through-line from the past that sparks hopeful possibilities for the future. The  movie is being shown in Canada for the first time, and it runs for just over an hour, starting at 6pm. It is included in the concert ticket, and there will be pizza from a local restaurant available (by donation) from 7pm.

This is the first time Alasdair & Natalie have presented a workshop and the movie and concert on the same day. Anywhere! The day is a public holiday (Family Day) so we are honoured to mark the occasion with a full day with two of the finest musicians in Celtic music today, celebrating the legacy of Scots immigration and pioneers in BC in this special year! Don't miss this unique celebration of Scottish music and its roots in the groove!

Please note that the admission price for this concert includes a $2 Venue Improvement Fee that we are required by the St. James Square to collect from every patron. Starting in September 2016, the proceeds from this temporary fee will be used for construction projects such as ventilation, flooring and washrooms that will make the hall a nicer place for you to visit in the future. If you wish, you can make a secure donation by clicking on the big blue button at the bottom of the page at For information on donating by phone or post, please contact the St. James Square office at 604-739-9373.


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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

via veneto

 In the rain la dolce vita is not as sweet

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Gateway to the ex-slaughter house

The ex-slaughterhouse now hosts a contemporary art museum and a small organic produce market.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

castro pretorio

JUXTAPOSE | verb [trans.]
place close together for contrasting effect

ORIGIN mid 19th century: French juxtaposer, from Latin juxta ‘next’ + French poser ‘to place.’

Friday, April 23, 2010

I love this little courtyard. Today the gates were swung open, invitingly.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

pomodori rossi

In Italy when you eat a "primizia," early seasonal produce, you make a wish.

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

ponte dei 4 capi

Janus camouflaged in the foliage

The Ponte dei Quattro Capi–also known as Ponte Fabricio, and Pons Judaeorumis the oldest Roman bridge in the city still existing in its original state. The footbridge spans half of the Tiber River, from the Jewish ghetto on the east side, to the Isola Tiberina, the island on the Tiber.

The 200-foot long pedestrian bridge was built in 62 B.C. to replace an earlier wooden one destroyed in a fire, and has since then endured.

Quattro Capi ("four heads") refers to the two marble pillars on the parapet each depicting a two-faced Janus on the herms–a squared stone pillar with a carved head on top, first used in ancient Greece as a boundary marker or a signpost.

In Roman mythology, Janus was the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings. His most prominent remnant in modern culture is his namesake, the month of January, which opens the new year. He is always portrayed as having two faces or heads, each facing in opposite directions.

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

una passeggiata

A brief stroll in the Centro ~ Via della Dogana Vecchia, past l'Institut de France | Sant'Eustachio for a lovely coffee | the Pantheon

Saturday, April 10, 2010

auditorium parco della musica {2}

The three music halls differ in size and are constructed with different music genres in mind. The Santa Cecilia Hall can be used for large orchestral and choral symphonic concerts. The Sinopoli Hall, because of its greater acoustic flexibility, is more apt for a great variety of musical genres. This is also because the orchestra position can be modified with respect to the audience. The Petrassi Hall caters to more contemporary musical genres, theater performances and cinema. This is possible thanks to an inbuilt system that allows both the musical source and the audience to be shifted around and the sound reverberation tuned.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

santa maria sopra minerva

Elly, Bernini's Roman chick

The Basilica di Santa Maria sopra Minerva is a nominal minor basilica and one of the most important churches of the Roman Catholic Dominican order in Rome. The church–located in Piazza della Minerva virtually beside the Pantheon–is considered the only Gothic church in the city. It houses the tombs of St. Catherine of Siena and the Dominican painter Beato Angelico; and the marble Cristo della Minerva, also known as Christ the Redeemer or Christ Carrying the Cross. This stunning sculpture by Michelangelo is located to the left of the main altar.

Funny that the father of modern astronomy Galileo Galilei, after being tried for heresy in the adjoining Dominican monastery, was forced to abjure his scientific beliefs in this church in 1633–considering it was built directly over (sopra) the foundations of a temple dedicated to the sultry Egyptian goddess of fertility Isis, and later erroneously assimilated to Minerva, the Roman name for pagan Athena.

In front of the church stands one of Rome's most curious monuments, the Pulcino della Minerva. It portrays an elephant and it is the base supporting an ancient Egyptian obelisk. The sturdy appearance of the elephant earned it the popular nickname of "Porcino" (pig-like) for a while. The name eventually changed to Pulcino, Italian for a little "chick."

Gian Lorenzo Bernini was not only the person responsible for designing this interesting sculpture. Along with Pope Alexander VII's complicity, he was the mastermind behind one of history's most irreverent artistic pranks. His plans and drawings of the pachyderm–later completed in 1667 by his pupil Ercole Ferrara–placed the elephant in such a way that its rear end faced towards the obtuse Dominicans in the adjacent convent, while the trunk and the tail–wagged naughtily to the left–accentuated the mischievous prankster's offensive intentions.

That cheeky Bernini...

Monday, April 5, 2010

auditorium parco della musica {1}

three giant armadillos

"The most fascinating adventure for an architect is constructing a concert hall."
~Renzo Piano

Up a gentle slope above where part of the old Olympic Village housing development used to be, stand the Rome Auditorium's three music halls; a sequence of large armadillo-like volumes of different sizes. The three "harmonic chambers" are immersed in a 50 acre green area and embrace a large theatrical cavea–an open air 3,000 seat amphitheater–which hosts many different events and seasonal activities, from outdoor performances in the summer to an ice skating rink at Christmas.

I like to come here and either hang out at the ReD cafe sitting in one of the pointy whicker pod loungers, or enjoy the sunlight with my son in the elevated playground.

I'll be posting more images of the Auditorium soon.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

ponte cavour

magic hour on the bridge

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Buona Pasqua!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Sagrantino di Montefalco

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Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Blog Tour: The Liar by Nora Roberts; Review

The Liar
Author: Nora Roberts
Release Date: 16 April 2015
Publisher: Piatkus

Betrayed by the man she loved. Can she ever trust again?
The brand-new novel of love, drama and hope from legendary Nora Roberts

When her husband Richard dies in an accident, Shelby Pomeroy is devastated. But his death reveals a horrible truth - Richard was a liar and a cheat. Now Shelby is left with the consequences - huge, terrifying debts and mounting proof that her husband betrayed her in every conceivable way.

Heart-broken but unbowed, Shelby is determined to fix her problems - if only for the sake of her gorgeous little daughter Callie. Returning home to Tennessee and the family she thought she'd lost for ever, she discovers a new sense of strength and freedom. And hope, too, in the handsome form of carpenter Griffin Lott - a straight-dealing man who couldn't lie to her if he tried.

But not everyone is thrilled to see Shelby Pomeroy back in town. When a shocking act of violence is traced back to Richard's shady business, it becomes clear that she is not safe from him, even in death. With her life in danger, Shelby must face the lies of the past - or lose everything.

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Shelby Pomeroy's life is thrown into chaos when her husband dies in a boating accident, leaving behind millions in debt and a trail of deceit. It turns out that her husband was a liar and a cheat, and though their marriage had grown strained, Shelby is shocked at how wrong she was about the man she married. Determined to move on, she settles as much of the debt as she can and heads home to Rendezvous Ridge to build a new life for her and her daughter.

Shelby is a very determined and strong woman, I really admired how well she picked herself up after the devastating blows she's dealt. She only grows in strength through the book. I also loved her devotion to her daughter Callie, it's that love that gives her the strength she needs to put her life back together.
Griff is the complete opposite of Richard. He's honest, kind, considerate and wonderful to Callie. I like that though he wants Shelby immediately, he's happy to be patient and go at her pace. Griff is exactly the kind of man that Shelby deserves after the disaster of Richard.

I thought the romance between Griff and Shelby was sweet, if a touch too predictable. What I really enjoyed in this book was the small, Southern town setting of Rendezvous Ridge and the host of supporting characters who add so much warmth to the story. The family feel throughout the story is just lovely, and Shelby's large, loving and supportive family are wonderful.

Once Shelby returns to Rendezvous Ridge, the pace of the story slows right down and considering the length of the book it felt a bit too drawn out., Even when the suspense element of the book starts to pick up, it still feels a little sluggish. The ending is where the danger and the pace pick up before all the puzzle pieces come together.

Overall, this is an enjoyable romantic suspense that seamlessly blends mystery and danger, with a sweet, small town romance. I always enjoy a Nora Roberts novel, and this is another lovely example of why.

*I received a review copy from the publisher, for my honest review. Thank you!

About the Author

Nora Roberts is the number one New York Times bestseller of more than 200 novels. With over 450 million copies of her books in print, she is indisputably one of the most celebrated and popular writers in the world. Her last three hardback novels were all top ten bestsellers in the UK and in 2013 alone Little, Brown Book Group sold over 1.2 million net copies of Nora Roberts’ books.

Author Links: Website | Facebook

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Episode Information
Kanji 夢魔とバンパイア
Rōmanji Muma to Banpaia
Season 1
Episode No. 02
Air date January 10, 2008 (Japan)
Opening Cosmic Love
Ending Dancing in the Velvet Moon
Episode Guide
New Life and a Vampire
Witchling and a Vampire

Succubus and a Vampire (夢魔とバンパイア, Muma to Banpaia) is the second episode of Season One and the second overall episode of Rosario + Vampire. It aired on January 10, 2008 in Japan.

During the month-long delay between bus trips between the human and yōkai worlds, Tsukune tries not to draw any attention to himself. Unfortunately for him, Moka is having other ideas as she yearns for perpetual proximity to Tsukune which incites the jealousy of the male students. Tsukune's fortunes deteriorate further when the popular succubus Kurumu Kurono declares Moka as her rival and attempts to seduce him. Tsukune is put in a trance by Kurumu and ends up hurting Moka's feelings by saying she only uses him as beverage. Kurumu manages to get Tsukune alone, planning to turn him into her first slave as part of her plan to make the male students into her personal harem; Tsukune manages to break the spell. Enraged, Kurumu tries to kill him, but Moka arrives and saves him; Tsukune unleashes the other Moka and Kurumu is beat up. The next day, Tsukune is shocked to see Kurumu has fallen in love with him for keeping "Inner Moka" from killing her, much to his horror.

Long SummaryEdit

Part OneEdit

The episode begins with Tsukune narrating part of a letter to his parents
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Keeping a human form is tougher than it looks

about Yōkai; to his relief he has found that the students receive a room each at the dorms, something that is of great relief to him. He wakes up that morning to find some of the students in the male dorm have had trouble keeping their humans forms during sleep as he gets water from the sink near his room, mulling over Yōkai.

Tsukune leaves for school that day to see three boys drooling over how gorgeous Moka is as she walks towards them. She quickly grabs Tsukune by the arm and greets him, much to his joy/surprise. The boys become enraged that Tsukune is still getting attention from Moka, but despite looking like a wimp, they've heard he beat up Saizo Komiya (not Inner Moka); Tsukune is shocked that the story is so distorted. Moka sees Tsukune is spacing out and grabs him by the hand, pulling him along. The boys become jealous and pine over not being the one Moka fawns over, not knowing someone has been watching behind a tree.

Alone, Moka tells Tsukune that if there is anything she can do for him since he is a human, he can ask her. Tsukune thanks Moka for her kindness, seeing how different she is compared to the Moka that beat Saizo, wondering which one of them is the real her. Moka swoons and Tsukune catches her, asking what's wrong. She explains that she overslept and didn't have time for breakfast. Apologizing, Moka bites his neck and sucks some of his blood. Once Moka has had her fill, Tsukune reacts frantically, running around. Holding his neck where she bit him, Tsukune tells Moka that he's not her breakfast and runs off. Moka says she is sorry.

At the pond near the
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Tsukune is introduced to Kurumu.

school, Tsukune examines his neck, which has lipstick on it from Moka's bite, commenting that she doesn't leave a scar on him, but it still hurts, He then worries what will happen if she keeps sucking his blood and about the other students at the school. He then notices a girl has collapsed near by, and blushes at her beauty. The girl asks him to help her up, and Tsukune does so. Tsukune asks her if she is all right, and in response the girl presses her big breasts against his chest, which shocks him. Tsukune agrees to take the girl to the Nurse's Office. The girl thanks him, but as Tsukune leads her away, she smirks to herself.

On the school rooftop, Moka feels awful for biting Tsukune like that and decides to apologize for doing so.

Below her, Tsukune has walked the girl to the vending machine as she reminds him that she is in the same class as him (she sits behind Saizo if you paid attention to Episode One), even breaking the Fourth Wall by thinking Tsukune would see a clip showing she is telling the truth. Tsukune notes that while this girl is cute, she's a monster just like everyone else at the school. The girl falls forward again, and he catches her. Tsukune inquires as to what's wrong, and the girl says her breasts fell like they're cramping up. She then begins rubbing her breasts against him, which shocks Tsukune as he finds the sensation surprisingly enjoyable. However, he mentally yells at himself for thinking such a thing.

Introducing herself as Kurumu, the girl has Tsukune look into her eyes, which causes Tsukune to fall into a trance. In said trance, Tsukune begins hugging her just as Moka arrives. Kurumu explains who she is and begins walking off with the dazed Tsukune. Moka tries to get Tsukune to stop and wait for her, but Tsukune, still in a trace, tells her that he won't as he is tired of being used like a beverage to her, hurting Moka's feelings. As she walks away, Tsukune wonders why he was so mean.

In class, Tsukune has broken free of the spell and wonders why he said such hurtful things. Behind him, Moka and Kurumu glare at each other; Moka wonders what Kurumu is to Tsukune, while Kurumu is laughing that she is winning. Right after class ends, Tsukune tries to apologize to Moka, but finds that she is gone. Outside, in the hallway, Moka begins drinking tomato juice, wondering who Kurumu

Kurumu introduces herself to Moka.

is. Kurumu jumps from the stairs, introducing herself. Three boys voice their praises for her big breasts as well as her white undergarments, but Moka wonders what she is up to. Kurumu explains she plans to turn all the boys in Yōkai into her personal harem; as a Succubus, it is easy for her.

Moka chides her for revealing her true nature as Kurumu reveals that she is angry that all the boys are falling for Moka instead of her. Tsukune finds them and tries to apologize to Moka, but Kurumu hypnotizes him again, getting him to say hurtful things to Moka about her sucking his blood again. Moka tries to reason with Tsukune just as Kurumu tells her she has noticed Tsukune smells like a human. With a final traced insult from a hypnosis-dazed Tsukune, Moka runs away, crying. Kurumu laughs over her victory.

Part TwoEdit

For unexplained reasons, Kurumu is taken to the Nurse's Office by Tsukune, where she gloats to herself while Tsukune feels awful for hurting Moka again. Kurumu decides it is time to put Tsukune permanently under her spell and hugs him, smothering him with her breasts. The Announcer Bat tells the audience that they have to change the scene due to things becoming too Adult for the broadcast, so the scene changes to Moka, feeling sad and wondering if she truly is only friends with Tsukune just to suck his blood. The voice of Inner Moka comes from the Rosario, telling Outer Moka that Tsukune fell victim to Succubus magic, "Charm", and that his life may be in danger if Kurumu plans to suck his life force out or turn him into her slave. Moka is then told to find Tsukune and prevent this. Moka tries to get Inner Moka to tell her where to go, but Inner Moka has stopped talking, which increases Moka's desperation to save Tsukune

Back in the Nurse's Office, Kurumu has pinned Tsukune down, planning to make him her slave, hypnotizing him again. As she prepares to kiss him, Tsukune uses all his strength

Kurumu prepares to enslave Tsukune.

to break free from the trance and hug Kurumu, telling her that he cannot go through with this. Baffled, Kurumu tries to break his grasp to use another hypnosis bid. Kurumu then freezes her action as Tsukune says he loves someone else and that he can't leave the hurtful words between them. Kurumu sees she had been defeated and decides to kill him instead as turning him into her slave is out of the question now, transforming into her true form. Moka arrives and pushes her out the window and into the distance. Tsukune wonders what is going on and Moka explains that Kurumu's a Succubus, and that a Succubus can bewitch men just by looking at them, which allows Tsukune to realize why he said those awful things.

Kurumu flies back and uses her tail to grab Tsukune by the throat dragging him outside, with Moka, who had grabbed onto him; they are accidentally dropped as Kurumu could not carry the weight of two people. As they recover, Kurumu finds it to be the perfect opportunity to kill the both and elongates her nails, flying past them and slicing through the trees like butter. Moka tries to have Tsukune remove her Rosario, but it doesn't work. Kurumu yells that she will kill them both, but Moka tells her to spare Tsukune as he is first friend she has had; she will die for him. Tsukune realizes that he feels the same way and pulls on the Rosario, freeing Inner Moka.

With Inner Moka out, Kurumu becomes frightened, but explains that she is on an important mission; her kind are few in number, so she must find her "Mate of Fate" in order to continue her species. Inner Moka finds the reason for wanting to enslave the males selfish, deciding to put Kurumu in her place by kicking her through the trees. Kurumu apologizes, saying she will stop. However, Inner Moka doesn't want to take chances, deciding to remove Kurumu's wings and tail. Terrified at the thought of being permanently maimed, Kurumu begs her not to in a small, terror-stricken voice. Tsukune gets in front of Moka, telling her that Kurumu explained she wasn't doing this to be mean and that she seems to be a nice person, deep down. Kurumu bawls in frightened relief. Inner Moka explains that she saved him to keep his blood around, unlike the other Moka, she doesn't consider him her friend; she then seals herself.

The next day, Tsukune apologizes to Moka about the things he said while under Kurumu's spell, but finds that she doesn't mind. They begin looking at each other lovingly, but are interrupted when Kurumu greets them, showing Tsukune that she has baked cookies for him. Tsukune wonders why she has baked cookies for him and learns, much to his horror that, she has decided on him as her Mate of Fate. Kurumu and Moka begin tugging on him, which leads to Moka biting him.

New Characters Edit

Kurumu Kurono (1st time as a main character, but made a cameo in previous episode)

Adapted FromEdit

Refer backsEdit

Kurumu briefly appeared in Episode 1 in a non-speaking role as a member of Tsukune's class. Kurumu refers to this when Tsukune asks how she knew his name, having not told her yet.

In the anime, Inner Moka said she would remove Kurumu's wings and tail as she closed in. In the manga she said that Kurumu wouldn't get any older, indicating the intent to kill her.

Though Kurumu has made all the guys like her, she only used her succubus powers on Tsukune, suggesting the other guys just simply fell for her beauty.. and her ridiculously huge breasts.

Kurumu fell in love with Tsukune after he saved her, but it's believed she may have already liked him, since she looked furious in the first episode when Moka tackled Tsukune in class.

This is the only episode in the Anime where Tsukune purposefully tries to take off Moka's Rosary, all other times, it at least appears to be on accident or unintentional.

Cultural References:Edit

  • Moka*

Unanswered QuestionsEdit

  • Why was Kurumu taken to the Nurse's office? She didn't fake fainting like she did in the Manga.

Memorable MomentsEdit

  • A character is introduced in this episode, Kurumu Kurono, a succubus who intended on turning the whole school into her own personal love harem for the sake of finding her Mate of Fate.
  • Kurumu has the biggest breasts (among the student body) at Yōkai Academy, and she tries to seduce Tsukune by repeatedly rubbing her breasts against him.
  • Kurumu falls in love with Tsukune and chooses him to be her Mate of Fate.
  • Kurumu mentions that Succubi are few in number, tallying with the manga having Kurumu saying that the race of Succubi is dying out, leaving every surviving Succubus with a very important task, to find a male worthy of being her "Mate of Fate" (anime dub calls them "Destined Ones").

  • Teen: Aw, man! What the hell is that about?

  • Kou: Hey, these bothertory dialogue it's my job!

Kurumu: (under the threat of having her wings and tail pulled off)"Please, don't do that! I beg you!"

(Student referring to Kurumu): "Damn, those are fantastic tits"

  • Moka: Don't do it!

  • Moka: Get away!

  • Moka: Go, before she recovers from that!

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Exchange of Values

Exchange of Values
acrylic on board 48'X96'

"Structure of Color Perception"

"Structure of Color Perception"
48'X96' acrylic on board

Saturday, June 29, 2013

***  Klediments:

Dolly Parton by Andy Warhol

***  "Hello God"  By Dolly Parton.

Hello God, are you out there?
Can you hear me, are you listenin' any more?
Hello God, if we're still on speakin' terms
Can you help me like before?
I have questioned your existence,
My resistance leaves me cold
Can you help me go the distance?
Hello God, hello, hello

This old world has gone to pieces
Can we fix it, is there time?
Hate and violence just increases
We're so selfish, cruel and blind
We fight and kill each other
In your name, defending you
Do you love some more than others?
We're so lost and confused

Hello God, can you grant us
Love enough to make amends
Is there still a chance
That we could start again
Hello God, we've learned our lesson
In the name of all that's true
Hello God, please forgive us
For we know not what we do

Hello God, give us one more chance
to prove ourselves to you
Hello, God, hello.

***  There is an organization of Jews in Israel that I have supported called ZAKA (Zihuy Korbanot Ason)< > It is a voluntary group of Orthodox men who rush to the scenes of bombings and reverently gather up even the tiniest pieces of the bodies blown to smithereens (I don’t know if there is an equivalent group of Muslims that perform the same service for Palestinians blown up by Israelis).  I wonder though that if we blow up this whole planet will there will be a group of more (advanced?) extra-terrestrials, or maybe even just special angels, who will wing around the cosmos and gather together all the burned and broken bits of earth and burned flesh and zip us all back together into one humongous body bag?  And then what...a miracle?

*** I kept re-reading Simone Weil’s essay on “affliction” all this week.  But I am still not quite sure how affliction differs from all it’s synonyms in Weil’s writing.  “Affliction:  adversity, anguish, calamity, cross, depression, difficulty, disease, disorder, distress, grief, hardship, illness, infirmity, misery, misfortune, ordeal, pain, plague, plight, scourge, sickness, sorrow, suffering, torment, trial, tribulation, trouble, woe.”

Here are some significant passages from Weil that offer some insight:

I get tired of the darkness all around me. The darkness itself seems to borrow, from the sinners who live in it, the gift of speech. I hear its mocking accents: It's all a dream, this talk of a heavenly country, of a God who made it all, who is to be your possession in eternity!  All right, go on longing for death! But death will make nonsense of your hopes; it will only mean a night darker than ever, the night of mere non-existence!

In the realm of suffering, affliction is something apart, specific, and irreducible. It is quite a different thing from simple suffering. It takes possession of the soul and marks it through and through with its own particular mark

The martyrs who entered the arena singing as they went to face the wild beasts, were not afflicted.  Christ was afflicted.  He did not die like a martyr.  He died like a common criminal, confused, with thieves, only a little more ridiculous.  For affliction is ridiculous.”

I think I get that “ridiculous” part of affliction.  One suffers from a miserable cold.  One is distressed by bills and overdrawn check book.  One’s misbehaving children are a trial.  But I think those are not afflictions.  Plagues, scourges, calamity, festering boils, can all fall into the affliction category.  There is a kind of torment in sickness, but there can also be a kind of breaking through much of the b.s. that our lives are constructed around.  Often with serious illness a person loses the ability to care about social conventions or appearance, one may lose control of all bodily functions, be naked in front of strangers, weeping and being seen to weep.  Picture a dying and naked old women or man flailing away at tubes and wires, with catheters flung out and squirting about mumbling incoherently then alternating between fentanyl induced laughter and unconsolable sobbing all the while their bare buns quivering--embarrassing, sad, and ridiculous too right?  That’s an affliction for all concerned!

***  In my last library pick-up there were a couple of hifalooten philosophy books, some poetry, the book “Endgame, Vol. 1: The Problem of Civilization,” suggested by DanO/M on facebook.  And out in the sale rack for 50 cents was the autobiography of Dolly Parton called “Dolly: My Life and Other Unfinished Business.”  Turns out that “Dolly” is the most enthralling book of the whole bunch.  Dolly is a great songsmith and quite an engaging writer.  I have just finished a new version of Saint Theresa of Lisieux’s autobigraphy, “Story of a Soul,” and “Dolly” may be the american equivalent of this spiritual masterpiece.  Dolly experienced a kind of poverty and destitution that reminded me of afflicted lives experienced by many living in the slums of India or Bangladesh.  I have often loved and played several of Dolly’s songs (she has written more than 3000!  I think “Snow White Dove” is my favorite).  But I am coming to realize just how intelligent, clever, and amazingly shrewd she is and how difficult life was for a poor uneducated mountain girl from Tennessee who grew up hungry and poor in a 2 room shack shared with 12 brothers and sisters.

Of course there are some stylistic and substantive differences between Dolly and Therese yet the comparison is instructive.  Dolly’s journey begins, “All my life ... I have been driven by three things; three mysteries I wanted to know more about; three passions. They are God, music and sex. I would like to say that I have listed them in the order of their importance to me, but their pecking order is subject to change without warning."  A more substantial review may come later when I finish the last few chapters.  Here is one more insightfully honest passage though: Dolly: “So there I sat trying to be holy, praying for forgiveness for sins I couldn’t put my finger on, repenting for things I had put my finger on, and all the while being aware of the boys looking at me, the woods behind the church, and the possible combinations of all of these things.  The devil and I certainly had one thing in common: We were both horny.”  Similar to Saint Francis,when she was 12 years old. Dolly discovered an old abandoned church in the hills by her house.  It’s roof was sagging, the wood on the floor and walls was warped, the windows were all broken.  “Ironically” Dolly writes, “...the church had become a place for all type of sins and vice.  Boys would meet there to shoot craps to drink beer or moonshine.  Couples would use it at night for sexual encounters.  Boys and men fought there, and yet for me God still lived there.”  One evening while playing with brightly colored condom wrappers and studying the “dirty pictures” other kids had drawn on the walls Dolly writes, “...And so I would sing hymns for awhile and look at dirty pictures for awhile and pray for awhile, and one day as I prayed in earnest, i broke some sort of spirit wall and found God.  Away from the stares of the boys and the mothers and the preachers.  I had met Him not as a chastening bombastic bully but as a friend  i could talk to on a one-to-one basis...I had found real truth, I knew God, I knew where paradise was.”  Much obliged for your down-home ecclesiology, God bless you Dolly!

Another Therese in ecstasy...
Saint Therese of Lisieux on the other hand was not quite as tabloidesque when writing about either sex or her own early experiences with Jesus.  One has to dig a bit deeper into Therese’s writing for some clues.  Here is an early poem, “The Dew of Jesus.”

Jesus, you are that Flower just open.
I gaze on you at your first awakening.
Jesus, you are the ravishing Rose,
The new bud, gracious and scarlet red.
The ever-so-pure arms of your dear Mother
For for you a cradle, a royal throne,
Your sweet sun is Mary's breast,
And your Dew is Virginal Milk!...

Hmmm...Ok, there is some interesting imagery here.  Yet I resist a lot of biographers of Therese such as Kathryn Harrison who is so steeped in Freud an Lacan that she seems to fixate a bit much on decoding Jesus’s “new bud, gracious and scarlet red.”  Certainly there is cause for a reading attending to critical theory here, but I resist seeing Jesus as merely a “phallic flower who crucified, bleeds milk,” as Harrison seems to.  Surely in any 19th century monastery sexual repression is a subject worthy of exploration, but I think one would be missing a great deal of what Therese and Dolly have to teach us about how we encounter God’s love in this world if we only focus on how divinity comes to be experienced in the afflicted ridiculousness of our flesh and blood.  Could it be argued that rather than, or in addition to, sexuality being repressed in the writings of Saint Therese, it is useful to think of sexuality as channeled into a kind of fervent spirituality that rather than just denying the flesh sought to celebrate it within a different set of metaphors and icons?  Here is a bit more from the poem, “Dew of Jesus,”

“The young flower beginning to open
Awaits a precious balm from on high.
It is the good-giving morning dew,
Which, producing an abundant sap,
Makes the flower of the new bud open a little.
Jesus, you are the ravishing Rose.

Then again, perhaps I have been a bit too dismissive of Harrison and Freud?

Much obliged.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

blessed Padre Pio

***  Klediments:

*** A Thousand Brilliant Lies, by Hafiz.

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?
If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,
If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing Now

*** Books I have been reading during recovery (in between reality tv shows).

“The Life and Prayers of Padre Pio,” by Wyatt North.
“Padre Pio Under Investigation: The Secret Vatican Files,” by Fr. Francesco Castelli.
“Token of a Covenant.” Hans Graf von Lehndorff’s autobiography and diary,
“Story of a Soul,” A new version of Saint Theresa of Lisieux’s autobiography.
“I Heard God Laughing,” a new translation of the poetry of Hafiz.

*** Markings:  "Love is more beautiful in the company of fear, because it is in this way that it becomes stronger.  The more one loves God, the less one feels it!....Blasphemies cross my mind incessantly, and even more so false ideas, ideas of infidelity and unbelief.  I feel my soul transfixed at every instant of my life, it kills me....My faith is upheld only by a constant effort of my will against every kind of human persuasion....My faith is only the fruit of the continual efforts that I exact of myself.  And all of this, Father, is not something that happens a few times a day, but it is continuous.  Father, how difficult it is to believe!...I felt two forces clashing within me, tearing my heart: the world wanted me for itself, and God called me to a new life.  It would be impossible to describe this martyrdom.  The mere memory of the battle that took place within me freezes the very blood in my veins....”  Blessed Padre Pio

And so as blessed Padre Pio would pray his Capuchin brothers would lay towels on the floor to soak up the immense flow of tears that streamed from his eyes, and sometimes the blood that flowed from the stigmatas in his hands and feet.  A life in Christ, yes, but a life compounded by miracles, betrayal, suspicion, ecstasy, scandal, loneliness, celebrity, and ceaseless prayers from a pierced and fearful heart, this too, as the life of father Pio confirms, is part of the “good news.”

*** “First it's pretty tires, then it's pretty thing you know, you're shavin' your beard and wearin' capri pants.”  Si Robertson from the #1 reality tv show “Duck Dynasty.”

Me and grand daughter Carlee Rae.

Although I am pretty much back to work I think that watching a lot of daytime TV for the last few weeks has had more of an adverse effect on me then I realize.  Among the cable shows I have watched are an almost frightening amt. of programs celebrating, exposing, promoting, stories of (underclass?) white, male, rural, un-schooled, southern culture posed in various “real life” tableaus.  These are the titles of some of the shows: Swampwars, Guntucky, Swampland, Duck Dynasty, Gator Boys, Call of the Wildman, and Swamp’d, to name just a few.  There needs to be further reflection on just how these programs mirror and inform contemporary american culture’s desires, fears, and anxieties.  But I am wondering if these shows are unique to the USA or if there are reality TV shows starring monosyllabic, intellectual-hating, crooked toothed, back-woods, squirrel-eating old men with long beards in Russia, Australia, France, Denmark, Shanghai, Britain, or Bombay? (fyi Duck Dynasty’s 3rd season premiere was the most watched telecast in american network history, and that suggests that there is a measure of cultural/economic power worth attending too). Oh, Btw, that photo is me and by grand daughter Carlee Rae auditioning for Duck Dynasty’s fourth season!

*** “What is happiness but just a brief moment before we need more happiness.”  I got this quote from a commercial for the tv show ‘Madmen,’ which I haven’t seen yet but this one line has got me interested in taking a look at it.  This koan about happiness seems like half of a really insightful parable by a great spiritual master, which of course, is what the best advertising writers are.

*** It is a challenge to keep reading Hans Graf von Lehndorff’s autobiography and diary, “Token of a Covenant,” yet I can’t leave it be.  Lehndorff was a Surgeon in Konigsburg during the Russian invasion of East Prussia in WWII.  Konigsburg (the city of Kant, today called Kaliningrad) was the first German city that the Russians captured in their counter-invasion and the ferocity and horror of their revenge against the German civilian population rightly surpasses our ability to comprehend it.  Most Germans were killed and virtually every woman was raped, both living and dead.  Some long streets had rows of victims crucified to doors and posts.  The conditions and the suffering in the hospitals where Lehndorff tried to care for his patients was often much worse than death.  Yet Lehndorff, a member of the confessing church, carried on his work for the most part with diligence, hope, and faith, and saved many lives.  His story is profoundly inspiring and at the same time quite depressing.

Many passages in Lehndorff’s journal recount how he frequently encountered Prussians who simply could not confront the catastrophic dissolution of their world.  It was so unthinkable that Hitler would sacrifice the city of Kant to the slavic barbarians that one ardent admirer of Hitler said to Lehndorff just a day before the collapse and complete occupation of Konigsburg by the Russians, “...our Fuhrer will never permit the Russians to get to us; he’d rather gas us first!”  And so we cling to the small empires of our flesh and cower behind the fortresses of our illusions contrary to so much evidence that an apocalypse is always at hand.  Or maybe it just seems that way to me because in the last year or so myself and many of my family, friends, and acquaintances have been struggling with serious illnesses (or death).  Nevertheless, it gives me no comfort or peace to read about the great suffering of others.  I think it is unwise to try and console people who are suffering by telling them about how much greater some others are suffering.  Any relief or peace we can find in our misery should not be obtained at the expense of those more miserable than ourselves.  Better to curse God for our suffering then to thank God because someone else’s pain is greater than our own.

*** Hospice Earth (a poem by Daniel Imburgia in remembrance of Job’s wife)

Bodies limits
Doctors falter
Oceans rise without permission
Mortally life evolves
Wind, word trace their wreckage
Fire consumes remainders
Earth’s crust cracks
Minds break
Questioning ends
If we ask Mother
If we finally confess our sins
Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar
Will Jehovah give us back our children?

Saint Therese of Lisieux

*** These are Saint Therese’s last words as recorded over several hours by Sister Agnes.  Dear Theresa was in great agony, coughing up blood, and slowly suffocating to death:

I no longer believe in death for myself; I only believe in suffering.
Oh my God!
I love God!
O my blessed Virgin, come to my aid.
If this is agony, then what is death?
Ah my God.  Yes, He is very good.
If you but realized what it is to suffocate.
My God, have pity on me your little child.  Have pity.
God is surely not going to abandon me!
Little sisters, my sisters, pray for me.
My God you are so good.
Everything I have written on my desire for suffering is true!
Mother isn’t this the agony?  Am I not going to die?
My God I love you....

Mother Agnes wrote: ‘Suddenly her eyes came to life and were fixed on a spot above the statue of the Blessed Virgin.  She seemed to be in ecstasy.  This look lasted for the space of a ‘Credo.’  Then she closed her eyes and expired.’

I think that I would like to read a reflection that engages Saint Therese of Lisieux in conversation with (saint?) Simone Weil.  I am thinking specifically of Weil’s, “The Love of God and Affliction” and perhaps Theres’s “The Trial of Faith.”  I would just offer that both Weil and Therese lived their lives in constant conversation with suffering, affliction, and death (both women died from Tuberculosis but in significantly different circumstances).  I confess that I am not comfortable with my understanding of what Weil means by “affliction.”  She certainly is talking about something more than ordinary human suffering and yet I think that in some ways Therese often talked about our mortal flesh as a kind of affliction that separates us from God.  Weil writes something similar saying that, “God can never be perfectly present to us here below on account of our flesh.  But he can be almost perfectly absent from us in extreme affliction.  This is the only possibility of perfection for us on earth.”  This almost perfect absence of God is something that both Saints (really most saints) talked about even though I think that they may have understood and experienced that silent absence differently.  Following are two well known quotes by these dear sisters that offer some insight into this difference.

Saint Therese:  “[Jesus] permitted my soul to be invaded by the thickest darkness, and that the thought of heaven, up until then so sweet to me, be no longer anything but the cause of struggle and torment.  This trial was to last not a few days or a few weeks, it was not to be extinguished until the hour set by God Himself and this hour has not yet come.  I would like to be able to express what I feel, but alas!  I believe this is impossible.  One would have to travel through this dark tunnel to understand this darkness....Then suddenly the fog that surrounds me becomes more dense; it penetrates my soul and envelops it in such a way that it is impossible to discover within it the sweet image of my Fatherland; everything has disappeared!  When I want to rest my heart fatigued by the darkness that surrounds it by the memory of the luminous country after which I aspire, my torment redoubles; it seems to me that the darkness, borrowing the voice of sinners, says mockingly to me: “You are dreaming about the light, about a fatherland embalmed in the sweetest perfumes; you are dreaming about the eternal possession of the Creator of all these marvels; you believe that one day you will walk out of this fog that surrounds you!  Advance, advance; rejoice in death which will give you not what you hope for but a night still more profound, the night of nothingness.”

Simone Weil:  “God created through love and for love. God did not create anything except love itself, and the means to love. He created love in all its forms. He created beings capable of love from all possible distances. Because no other could do it, he himself went to the greatest possible distance, the infinite distance. This infinite distance between God and God, this supreme tearing apart, this agony beyond all others, this marvel of love, is the crucifixion. Nothing can be further from God than that which has been made accursed.  This tearing apart, over which supreme love places the bond of supreme union, echoes perpetually across the universe in the midst of the silence, like two notes, separate yet melting into one, like pure and heart-rending harmony. This is the Word of God. The whole creation is nothing but its vibration.”

Most of the time I seem to find more meaningful communion with those who are ‘poor in spirit‘ and staggering through the darkness like I am regardless of any beliefs (or lack of beliefs).  I think that puts me closer to Simone Weil than Saint Therese (or Padre Pio, Hafiz, or Baron von Lehndorff) and yet at the end I think that they all heard that same terrible sound of the universe being torn apart by a love that we can’t fully understand this side of the veil.  Hafiz wrote:

A Divine Invitation

You have been invited to meet
The Friend

No one can resist a Divine Invitation

That narrows down all our choices
To just two:

We can come to God
dressed for Dancing

Be carried on a stretcher
To God’s ward.

I would guess that Saint Theresa was dressed for dancing, and that Simone Weil was carried in on a stretcher (and that gives me hope).

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Copies of copies:  Every year there is a "Forgery Art Show" here on the Island.  This is a forgery of a Basquiat that I am considering entering (and it's priced at only a fraction of the 11.5 million that the original Basquiat recently resold for!).

By Basquiat

My Version

I am tired so let me just offer this one poem:

(a prose poem sort of poem, critical reflection, short story, and alibi by Daniel Imburgia)

“No ideas but in things...
to make a start,
out of particulars
and make them general, rolling
up the sum, by defective means”
(From “Patterson,” by William Carlos Williams)

“A book has neither object nor subject; it is made of variously formed matters, and very different dates and speeds....The rhizome is a map and not a tracing....What distinguishes the map from the tracing is that it is entirely oriented toward an experimentation in contact with the real.” (A Thousand Plateaus, Deleuze and Guattari, pgs 3, 12.).

(*note the following is a true story regardless that my accounting of events is an artist’s representation of what beg to be called actual events (even though we are limited by present instrumentation and have no way of confirming that there actually are such things as events).

I.  Quiddity

Like a bungling assassin the delivery man came
My beloved wife tosses the package into my lap
“Another book?” she says with a critical tone
“I thought we talked about this?”
“It could be our prescription pills form Canada” I reply
“Or a Christmas present for you!?”
Not to be put off she waits for me to open the package
“Yep, another book” she says shaking her head
“What you spend on books could feed Seattle’s homeless”
This cuts deep into one of my weak-spots
Exposing yet another facet of my hypocrisy
One of the tall piles next to me is mostly books about social justice
Radical dis-possession, Marxism, redistributionism, post-colonialism
Next to that pile is a small forest of books on ecology,
Climate change, exploitation of natural resources, indigenous rights
Bridging the two piles is Deleuze and Guattari’s “A Thousand Plateaus”

“Another book of theories I suppose, like you need more theories?”
“No, look, it’s a book of poetry...Love poems even, by Bell Hooks”
“Bell Hooks?”
“She’s a post-modern philosopher, feminist, professor, poet, and...”
“Theories” she says, “theories about love aren’t the same thing as love.
Maybe you should order a book on curing your ‘Book Addiction,’ and yes I see
The Irony in that,” she snaps before I can even think of mentioning it
(I could have pointed out that she may have technically misused the word ‘irony’
which has its roots in the Greek comic character Eiron a
clever underdog who by his wit repeatedly triumphs
over the boastful character Alazon
I just happen to have Wayne Booth’s excellent book, “A Rhetoric of Irony,”
right here at my fingertips and.....)

II.  Roscellinus

“Who’s that poet your’e quoting all the time” she asks,
“The one who said, ‘Not Ideas but things?’”
“Williams” I say “He wrote that poem you liked about the peaches”
“Yeah, like he said, you need less ideas and more actual doing”
(*Note to reader* That isn’t exactly what Williams wrote.  He wrote:
“No ideas but in things,” which, ironically enough is itself an idea...
But he said it in a poem so he could have meant almost anything
Or nothing, who really knows for sure?)
But I take her chastisement seriously, this is a woman who once
Rode on the roof of a bus through rebel territory in Guatemala
Her big beautiful black hair blown straight back, looking much
Like the jungle warrior goddess Maria Lionza
She was terrified--but she stuck
She didn’t flinch when teenage government soldiers
Pointed U.S. made M-16’s at us
Or later when Marxist Guerillas stopped the bus 20 kilometers on
She just smiled and blessed them
Shared her water and chocolate with them
No ideas but in things
But not all the borders between doing and thinking are so decisive
As the walls we imagine between communists and capitalists
Rhizomes spread beneath our monuments into no-man’s land
We make our lives under the canopy of the Arboreal forest
So our metaphors are too much of trees, trunks, branches, leaves,

But here now, let me share one of Bell Hooks love poems
I dedicate it to my wife and let’s see if she will forgive me the cost--

50.  by Bell Hooks

a heady heavy love
speaks my yearning
calls me
to give my all
and seek the place
of no return
to lay bare my heart
for you
to whom i surrender
to you
for whom i wait

III.  Hypokeimenon

Hook’s poem speaks of
Yearning, seeking, baring, surrendering, giving
Are these things love?
Or are these things ideas of love?
Imagine that poem being read ceremoniously
At a funeral, or better yet at a wedding
Suppose a minister having power invested
Pronouncing men+women/women+women/men+men
Making them all spousal of some sort or another
One flesh, one body, one desire,
Made to be one fluid of multiples
A kind of miracle if you think about it
Yet it’s as easy as the ABC’s
One minute you’re a fetus and the next you’re a baby
One minute you’re a child and the next you’re an adult
One minute you’re single and the next you’re married
One minute you’re innocent and the next you’re guilty
One minute you’re alive and the next you’re dead
One minute you’re body and blood, the next you’re bread and wine
And it’s all concocted out of everyday speech
Just by breathing in and out and
Moving tongues and lips around in different ways
Or making jots and tittles on dried animal skins or light emitting diodes
Ordinary old signs, phrases, phonemes, sentences,
Familiar and customary, publicly shared and traded
Established, orthodox, mundane, even tawdry or hokey
(true, these signs are regulated, established, and disseminated
Within the matrix of a 3 trillion dollar military industrial complex)
Nevertheless, they are laying about for anyone to use

IV. The Magnetic field and ‘The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure.’
But of course there are always a few untamed and unbranded
Signifiers that escape enclosure and administration
Clones and bastards, fabricant traces of rhemic sinsigns
Fleshed-out and mis-begotten runes
Forced through cleavatures like running wounds
Where the hensible is incomprehensibly re-born
Sympodial things that can’t be bought/sold, lost/found, loved/hated,
forgotten/remembered, spoken/written, hidden/revealed
Binaries that can diverge without any change in appearances
What we used to call the Sacraments, holy bridges
Crossing the borders between provinces or even whole worlds
Before empires dominated the spectacle and discourse
Back when we huddled together around open fires telling stories
When the fire itself was a telling
When we could still make things up for ourselves
And each heart bore witness to whatever words were spoken
We all kept our secrets together
Backs hunched against the same cold darkness
Because we knew how to face each other then
Reflect heat and light from the power of our gaze
Our souls singing within the circle of each others eyes
Before truth was a thing with angles
Before every book was a book of mourning
Accounting for all that has been taken from us
For all that we have lost and surrendered
Being and seeming to be
Without thinking about it
Imagine that


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26 June 2011

Wedding at Bad Berleburg

On Saturday 18.06.2011 the little town of Bad Berleburg saw royal and noble guests from near and far for the religious Wedding of Princess Nathalie zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg and Alexander Johannsmann. The couple had already married in a civil Ceremony on 27.05.2010 and has a son Konstantin, born on 24.07.2010.
The festivities startedon the evenning of Friday 17.06. with a casual Barbecue for 230 guests. It tookplace in the Castle Parfty before the Orangerie. One of the cooks who prepared the Menue ws the cookof the danish Royal House Lisbeth Bager-Bertelsen. I was there with some other Royal Watchers and first one could see Princess Nathalie, Princess Benedikte and Prince Gustav in the Castle court walking around and discussing somethings. Also little Konstantin was driven around in his pram. Later also Prince Richard arrived in his Landrover. Atsomepoint Prince Richard, Princess Benedikte and Prince Gustav drove away to greet  Queen Margrethe who arrived short afterwards in an helicopter on a lawan a little bit outsde. Soon litter the drove back to the Castle. Later most of the guests arrived some drove in their Cars into the Castle Court others arrived in buses and had to walk a little bit.
On Saturday i and some other Royal Watchers who got Press Accredition completted our Accredtion and then went fast to the Church to reserve a good place there. From time to time it rained a little bit but luckily only very short and not too heavy. The first guests at the Church arrived around 15h30 and with short before the bride the danish and greek Royals. And then the brides mother Princess Benedikte together with her son Prince Gzstav (who had earlier also accompanied his partner Carina Axelsson and his cousin Princess Alexia of Greece to the  church), Finally the bride Princess Nathalie arrived together with her fater Prince Richard. The biride whore a gown of heavy ivory satin designed by the danish Designer Henrik Hviid with a lace top. Towards the End of the three meter long and two meter broad train the monogram of the bridalcouple was embroidedin pearl and crystals. She wore an Veil of irish lace from1 1905 who was a Wedding gift to her great-grandmother Crown Princess Margaretha of Sweden, née Princess of Connaught. It was later worn by her grandmother Queen Ingrid of Denmark, née Pricness of Sweden, Queen Margrethe II. of Denmark, Queen Anne-Marie of the Hellenes, Princess Benedikte, Princess Alexia opfGreeeces, Princess Alexandra zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg and Mary Donaldson. Also the tiara from Cartier was a gift to Crown Princess Margarethe of Sweden by the Khedive of Egypt in 1905. It was worn as bridal tiara by Queen Anne-Marie of the Hellenes, Queen Margrethe II. of Denmark, Princess Benedikte of Denmark, Princess Alexandra zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berlebrug and Princess Alexia of Greece and is now in the posession of Queen Anne-Marie.
The bride and her father walked over soaking wet red carpet the bride carrying her train and Veil over the Arm. Only at the Church Door the train and Veil where laid down and arranged. Now suddenly the bride realized that she had left her flower bouquet back in the Castle. Now soon someone was send back to the Castle and after around 10 min. waiting finally the her assistant came with the flowers. Now the bride and her father could make her way up the aisle. Short before the End of the Serive which lasted for around 50 mins. it started again to rain a little bit. The the bridal couple left the Church an kised short when outside of the church. Soon the made their way up to their waiting Car a Rolls Royce from 1954. They where followed by their parents and then Queen Margrethe Ii. and Queen Anne-Marie, Crown Prince Pavlos and Crown Princess Marie Chantal, Crown Prince Frederik and Crown Princess Mary, Prince Nikolaos and Princess Tatiana. Aftermost of the guest had left the church i soon went to the Castle where a reception was sheduled to take place soon. When i arrived at the Castle the bridal Couple and the danish and greek guests had already arrived there. Suddenly a sturm began it rained heavenly, hail was coming down and also ligthening and thunder. The sturmwent on around 30 mins. Most of the guests had to wait in busses before the entrance in the Castle Court. Some of them like Princess Christina of Sweden and her husband waited until the hail had stopped then the walked up to the Castle where the reception had been moved inside.
After some time the bridal Couple and some of the guests came out for the planned musical perfomance of the Schützenverein (tradtitional shooting club) who could take place after all with a bit dely. During the perfomance the grandmother of the groom came out on the balcony of the Castle and Queen margrethe II. was spotted in one of the windwos. In one of the other windows Queen Anne-Marie was spotted with some of her children and Prince Nikolaos took pics from the scenery in the court.
Later in the evening the Wedding banquet for 230 guests  took place in a tent in the Castle Garden. After the dinner the bridal Couple opened the Ballw with the danish bridal Waltz which is danced at all danish royal Weddings.

HSH Prince Richard zu Sayn Wittgenstein-Berleburg and HRH Princess Benedikte of Denmark
HSHHereditary Prince Gustav zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg and Mrs Carina Axeslsson
HSH Princess Alexandra zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg with Count Richard and Countess
Ingrid of Pfeil and Klein-Ellguth
HM Queen Margrethe II. of Denmark
TRH Crown Prince Frederik and Crown Princess Mary of Denmark
HM Queen Anne-Marie of the Hellenes
TRH Crown Prince Pavlos and Crown Princess Marie Chantal of Greece
HRH Princess Alexia of Greece
TRH Prince Nikolaos and Princess Tatiana of Greece
Graf Christian und Gräfin Mette Ahlefeldt-Laurvig
Graf Preben und Gräfin Brita Ahlefeldt-Laurvig
HH Count Michael Bernadotte
Mr Dieter and Mrs Ariane Brinksm née Countess  zu Solms-Laubach
Mr Albert and Mrs Edda Darboven, née Princessof Anhalt
Mr Hans and Mrs Madeleine Dyhlén,[née Fourche d’Otrante
HRH Landgrave Moritz of Hesse
HRH Princess Tatiana of Hesse
TRH Hereditary Prince Donatus and Hereditary Princess Floria of Hesse
HH Princess Mafalda of Hesse
TH  Prince Philipp and Princess Laetitia of Hesse
HH Princess Elena of Hesse
TSH  Hereditary Prince Kraft and Hereditary Princess Carolin zu Hohenlohe-Oehringen
Baron Niels and Baroness Molise Iuel-Brockdorff
Baron Christoph and Baroness Julia von Jenisch
Baron Markus and Baroness Isabel von Jenisch
HH Countess Christine of Kageneck
Mr Marc and Mrs Anna Laudien, née Coutness zu Solms-Laubach
TSH Prince Stephan and Princess Maria zur Lippe
Mr Tord Magnuson and Princess Christina of Sweden, Mrs Magnuson
Baron Philip and Baroness Alexa von Malsen-Plessen
TSH Fürst Albrecht and Fürstin Angela zu Oettingen-Spielberg
HH Mr Kilian and HIlH Mrs Christina von Pezold, née Countess zu Solms-Laubach
TH Count Patrick and Countess Tatiana von Saurma-Jeltsch, née Countess zu Solms-Laubach
TSH Prince Christian-Peter and Princess Judith zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
HSH Prince Hubertus zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
HSH Princess Marie zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg and Mr Olivier LeMaire
HSH Prinzessin Natascha zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
TSH Prince Otto-Ludwig and Princess Annette zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
TSG Prince Robin and Princess Marie-Christine zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
HSH Fürst Bernhart zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Hohenstein and Mrs Katharina von Alvensleben
HSH Princess Elisabeth zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Hohenstein
TSH Prince Georg and Princess Benedikta zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Hohenstein
TSH Fürst Alexander and Fürstin Gabriela zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Sayn
Mr Dr. Ludwig and Mrs Elisabeth Schmucker, née Countess zu Solms-Laubach
TSH Fürst Philipp and Fürstin Marie zu Solms-Hohensolms-Lich
HIlH Count Franz zu Solms-Laubach and Mrs Viktoria Unterreiner
HIlH Count Gustav-Albrecht zu Solms-Laubach
HIlH Count Karl-Georg zu Solms-Laubach
HSH Gräfin Madeleine zu Solms-Laubach
HSH Fürstin Maria zu Stolberg-Wernigerode
HIlH Count Hans-Veit and HSH Countess Henriette zu Toerring-Jettenbach
Graf Peder und Gräfin Liane Wachtmeister
TSH Fürst Wittekind and Fürstin Cecilia zu Waldeck und Pyrmont

my pics from the barbecue

my pics from the Wedding Day

21 June 2011

† Duke Carl of Croy

Carl, 14. Duke of Croy passed away on Tuesday 14, June at the age of 96. He was born on 11.08.1914 in Düsseldorf  as oldest son of Carl Rduolf, 13. Duke of Croy and his first wife the american Nancy Leishman. He spend his early childhood during the german Empire and later in the Republic of Weimar. He later also served as Soldier in the second World War and later studierd Jura in Switzerland.
On 18.06.1953 he married at Nymphenburg Castle Princess Gabriele of Bavaria, one of the daughters of Crown Prince Rupprecht of Bavaria and his second wife Antonia, née Princess of Luxemburg. Together they moved into House Merfeld near Dülmen where the Duke lived until his death. Together the had 3 children among them the new Duke Rudolf who ws born in 1955.
The funeral of Duke Carl will take place on 22.06.2011.

14 June 2011

Memorial Mass for King Ludwig II.

A memorial mass took place on Monday 13.06.2011 in honor of the famous King Ludwig II. of Bavaria who died exactly 125 years ago a mysterious death. The Mass took place at the shore of Lake Starnberg.
The mass was also attended by members of the Wittelbach Family among them: Duke Franz of Bavaria, Duke Max and Duchess Elizabeth in Bavaria, prince Luitpold and Princess Beatrix, Prince Rasso and Princess Therese, Prince Leopold and Princess Ursula, Prince Ludwig, Prince Manuel and Princess Anna and Duchess Helene in Bavaria.

13 June 2011

Tullgarns Slott

                                                                     Tullgarn Palaceis situated near Trösa south of Stockholm. Originally there was a Renaissance Palace standing at this placedating from the 16th Century.  In 1719 the then owner, Count Magnus Julius De La Gardie decided to demolish the old Palace and to build a  new one. The new Castle was build by architect Joseph Gabriel Destain. It has a open courtyard to the sea which got it's present Look in 1820. It was modelled after the Logarden and it's stairs at the Royal Palace at Stockholm.
In 1772 the Castle was bought by the Crown and soon became a royal residence. The first inhabitant of it was Prince Fredrik Adolf, Duke of Östergötland, the youngest brother of King Gustaf III. He modernized the Castlein the neo classical style but he died before the Wokrs where completted. In 1807 Fredrik Adolf,'s sister Princess Sophie Albertine took over the Castle and used it as Summer Residence until her death in 1829.
Now Crown Prince Oscar, the future King Oscar I. and his wife Joséphine, née Princessof Leuchtenberg took over the Castle and after the death of the King in 1859 it became the her residence as Widow. Until her death in 1876 she spend the summers at Tullgarn. The old coat of Arms of the Bernadotte Dynasty (who until 1905 included Norway) and Leuchtenberg are represented on the gable at the Garden side of the Palace.

In 1881 Crown Prince Gustaf the future King Gustaf V. took over the Castle. In the same year he married Princess Victoria of Baden. The main building was decorated in the style of a modern functional summerhouse then as a Castle. The breakfeastroom was decorated in the style of a southgerman "Bierstube" reflecting the fact that Victoria came from Souuh Germany.  Until 1950 Tullgarn served as a Summer Residence.Victoria and Gustav are represented through a flower arrangement in the lawn before te Garden entrance. The flowers form 2 Coat of Arms under a Crown representing Sweden and Baden.
Since the 1950's the Main-Rooms of the Castle are open to the public during the summer months.

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