Το σύμπαν της τέχνης και οι τέχνες τ' ουρανού

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Corky in orbit, Naoma Zimmerman, Ruby Schuyler, 1962

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Corky in orbit, Naoma Zimmerman, Ruby Schuyler, 1962

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Corky in orbit, Naoma Zimmerman, Ruby Schuyler, 1962

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Corky in orbit, Naoma Zimmerman, Ruby Schuyler, 1962

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Marvels of this Modern Age, 1962

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Marvels of this Modern Age, 1962

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Exploring Space, 1966

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Exploring Space, 1966

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Exploring Space, 1966

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Exploring Space, 1966

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Exploring Space, 1966

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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A Monkey's Tale, Susan Perl, Nathan Kravetz, 1964

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New York World's Fair 1964/1965 Souvenir Book

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New York World's Fair 1964/1965 Souvenir Book

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New York World's Fair 1964/1965 Souvenir Book

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New York World's Fair 1964/1965 Souvenir Book

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New York World's Fair 1964/1965 Souvenir Book

[wereniki]

«Εφτάστερο», Παντελής Μπουκάλας, «Ρήματα» εκδόσεις Άγρα

 

Εφτάφωτη λυχνία η αγάπη

Να φλέγεται

να φέγγει όσο καίει

-σήμα ακοίμητο,

από τον πόνο ιερωμένο.

Ο καπνός της,

κομμάτια φως,

πυκνά που να τ’ αγγίζεις,

πέτρα.

Και τ’ αναλώνει όλα.

Λέξεις και θώρακες,

το φόβο και την τύψη και τον πανικό,

ό,τι ανθρώπινο.

Γιατί πιο πριν

και πιο μετά

το πιο ανθρώπινο:

η αγάπη –

εφτάφωτη λυχνία.

Που φλέγεται.

Και φέγγει όσο καίγεσαι.

[wereniki]

"...Σου στέλνω μ' ένα γράμμα

του φεγγαριού τη λάμα

πάρ' τη και χτύπα με μάνα μου, τρέλα μου

κι αν κλαίει η ψυχή σου, γέλα μου..."

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A Song For St. Cecilia's Day, 1867, John Dryden, 1687

 

Stanza 1

 

From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony

This universal frame began.

When Nature underneath a heap

Of jarring atoms lay,

And could not heave her head,

The tuneful voice was heard from high,

Arise ye more than dead.

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,

In order to their stations leap,

And music's pow'r obey.

From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony

This universal frame began :

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,

The diapason closing full in man.

 

Stanza 2

 

What passion cannot music raise and quell !

When Jubal struck the corded shell,

His list'ning brethren stood around

And wond'ring, on their faces fell

To worship that celestial sound :

Less than a god they thought there could not dwell

Within the hollow of that shell

That spoke so sweetly and so well.

What passion cannot music raise and quell !

 

Stanza 3

 

The trumpet's loud clangor

Excites us to arms

With shrill notes of anger

And mortal alarms.

The double double double beat

Of the thund'ring drum

Cries, hark the foes come ;

Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat.

 

Stanza 4

 

The soft complaining flute

In dying notes discovers

The woes of hopeless lovers,

Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

 

Stanza 5

 

Sharp violins proclaim

Their jealous pangs, and desperation,

Fury, frantic indignation,

Depth of pains and height of passion,

For the fair, disdainful dame.

 

Stanza 6

 

But oh! what art can teach

What human voice can reach

The sacred organ's praise ?

Notes inspiring holy love,

Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways

To mend the choirs above.

 

Stanza 7

 

Orpheus could lead the savage race ;

And trees unrooted left their place ;

Sequacious of the lyre :

But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r ;

When to her organ, vocal breath was giv'n,

An angel heard, and straight appear'd

Mistaking earth for Heav'n.

 

GRAND CHORUS

 

As from the pow'r of sacred lays

The spheres began to move,

And sung the great Creator's praise

To all the bless'd above ;

So when the last and dreadful hour

This crumbling pageant shall devour,

The trumpet shall be heard on high,

The dead shall live, the living die,

And music shall untune the sky.