Το σύμπαν της τέχνης και οι τέχνες τ' ουρανού

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2-blWgVk-A

 

Σύνθεση & πρώτη εκτέλεση Klaatu, 1976

 

"Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft (the Recognized Anthem of World Contact Day)", The Carpenters, 1977

 

In your mind you have capacities you know

To telepath messages through the vast unknown

Please close your eyes and concentrate

With every thought you think

Upon the recitation we're about to sing

 

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft

 

(*)Calling occupants of interplanetary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

 

You've been observing our earth

And we'd like to make a contact with you

 

We are your friends

 

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra-emissaries

 

We've been observing your earth

And one night we'll make a contact with you

 

We are your friends

 

Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft

 

And please come in peace, we beseech you

Only a landing will teach them

Our earth may never survive

So do come, we beg you

Please interstellar policeman

Oh won't you give us a sign

Give us a sign that we've reached you

 

With your mind you have ability to form

And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm

You close your eyes, you concentrate

Together that's the way

To send the message

We declare world contact day

 

Repeat (*)

 

Calling occupants

Calling occupants

Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

 

We are your friends

 

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/carpenters/#share

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Atomic Robot, Ιαπωνία, 1949

 

Κουρδιστό ρομπότ από τσίγκο

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Buzz Lightyear, Disney- Pixar, 1995

 

Ο υπεράνθρωπος μιας νέας εποχής.

Στο άπειρο κι ακόμη παραπέρα!

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Star Wars Galaxy, George Lucas, 1977-

 

Το άγνωστο οικειοποιείται, με λίγη ή απεριόριστη φαντασία.

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USPS R2D2 Mailbox, ΗΠΑ, 2007

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200'' Telescope Looking Northwest, Russell Porter, ΗΠΑ, 1939

 

Σχέδιο. Πρόκειται φυσικά για το τηλεσκόπιο του όρους Πάλομαρ, το οποίο θυμάμαι την δασκάλα της 1ης δημοτικού (ήταν πολύ όμορφη) να μας λέει πως ήταν το μεγαλύτερο στον κόσμο.

Όχι πια.

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APM LEITZ 30 mm 88 μοιρών, Γερμανία

 

Το απόλυτο ασφαιρικό widefield.

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Telescope Charm, Ναυτικό Τηλεσκόπιο, Κόσμημα, ΗΠΑ

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A Happy Sky Over Los Angeles, Dave Jurasevich, 2008

 

Φωτογραφία από το Mt. Wilson Observatory μετά το ηλιοβασίλεμα της 30ης 11ου 2008. Σύνοδος Δία, Αφροδίτης και του χαμόγελου της Σελήνης, διαμέσω της αχλύος και άνωθεν της ηλέκτραστρης Πόλης των Αγγέλων.

 

APOD 3/12/08

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Rubaiyyat, Omar Khayaam, 1048–1131

 

Μετάφραση Edward J. Fitzgerald

 

I

 

WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight

The Stars before him from the Field of Night,

Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes

The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.

II

 

Before the phantom of False morning died,

Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,

"When all the Temple is prepared within,

"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside ?"

III

 

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before

The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door !

"You know how little while we have to stay,

And, once departed, may return no more."

IV

 

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,

Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

V

 

Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,

And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;

But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,

And many a Garden by the Water blows.

VI

 

And David's lips are lockt; but in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine ! Wine ! Wine !

"Red Wine !" -- the Nightingale cries to the Rose

That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.

VII

 

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter garment of Repentance fling :

The Bird of Time has but a little way

To flutter -- and the Bird is on the Wing.

VIII

 

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,

Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,

The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

IX

 

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say :

Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday ?

And this first Summer month that brings the Rose

Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

X

 

Well, let it take them! What have we to do

With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru ?

Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,

Or Hatim call to Supper -- heed not you.

XI

 

With me along the strip of Herbage strown

That just divides the desert from the sown,

Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --

And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne !

XII

 

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread --and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness --

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow !

XIII

 

Some for the Glories of This World ; and some

Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come ;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,

Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum !

XIV

 

Look to the blowing Rose about us -- "Lo,

Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,

At once the silken tassel of my Purse

Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

XV

 

And those who husbanded the Golden grain,

And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,

Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd

As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

XVI

 

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon

Turns Ashes -- or it prospers ; and anon,

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,

Lighting a little hour or two -- is gone.

XVII

 

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai

Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,

How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp

Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

XVIII

 

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep

The courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:

And Bahram, that great Hunter -- the Wild Ass

Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.

XIX

 

I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

XX

 

And this reviving Herb whose tender Green

Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean --

Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who knows

From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen !

XXI

 

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears

TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears :

To-morrow -- Why, To-morrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

XXII

 

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best

That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to rest.

XXIII

 

And we, that now make merry in the Room

They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,

Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth

Descend -- ourselves to make a Couch -- for whom?

XXIV

 

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend ;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

XXV

 

Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,

And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,

A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,

"Fools ! your Reward is neither Here nor There."

XXVI

 

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd

Of the Two Worlds so wisely -- they are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth ; their Words to Scorn

Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.

XXVII

 

Myself when young did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument

About it and about: but evermore

Came out by the same door where in I went.

XXVIII

 

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,

And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow ;

And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd --

"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

XXIX

 

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing

Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing ;

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,

I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

XXX

 

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence ?

And, without asking, Whither hurried hence !

Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine

Must drown the memory of that insolence !

XXXI

 

Up from Earth's Center through the Seventh Gate

I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,

And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road ;

But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

XXXII

 

There was the Door to which I found no Key ;

There was the Veil through which I might not see :

Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE

There was -- and then no more of THEE and ME.

XXXIII

 

Earth could not answer ; nor the Seas that mourn

In flowing Purple, of their Lord Forlorn ;

Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal'd

And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.

XXXIV

 

Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind

The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find

A lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,

As from Without -- "THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND !"

XXXV

 

Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn

I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn :

And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- "While you live,

"Drink ! -- for, once dead, you never shall return."

XXXVI

 

I think the Vessel, that with fugitive

Articulation answer'd, once did live,

And drink ; and Ah ! the passive Lip I kiss'd,

How many Kisses might it take -- and give !

XXXVII

 

For I remember stopping by the way

To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay :

And with its all-obliterated Tongue

It murmur'd -- "Gently, Brother, gently, pray !"

XXXVIII

 

And has not such a Story from of Old

Down Man's successive generations roll'd

Of such a clod of saturated Earth

Cast by the Maker into Human mold ?

XXXIX

 

And not a drop that from our Cups we throw

For Earth to drink of, but may steal below

To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye

There hidden -- far beneath, and long ago.

XL

 

As then the Tulip for her morning sup

Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,

Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav'n

To Earth invert you -- like an empty Cup.

XLI

 

Perplext no more with Human or Divine,

To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,

And lose your fingers in the tresses of

The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.

XLII

 

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,

End in what All begins and ends in -- Yes ;

Think then you are TO-DAY what YESTERDAY

You were -- TO-MORROW you shall not be less.

XLIII

 

So when that Angel of the darker Drink

At last shall find you by the river-brink,

And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul

Forth to your Lips to quaff -- you shall not shrink.

XLIV

 

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,

And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,

Were't not a Shame -- were't not a Shame for him

In this clay carcass crippled to abide ?

XLV

 

'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest

A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest ;

The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash

Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.

XLVI

 

And fear not lest Existence closing your

Account, and mine, should know the like no more ;

The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd

Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.

XLVII

 

When You and I behind the Veil are past,

Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,

Which of our Coming and Departure heeds

As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.

XLVIII

 

A Moment's Halt -- a momentary taste

Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste --

And Lo ! -- the phantom Caravan has reach'd

The NOTHING it set out from -- Oh, make haste !

XLIX

 

Would you that spangle of Existence spend

About THE SECRET -- quick about it, Friend !

A Hair perhaps divides the False from True --

And upon what, prithee, may life depend ?

L

 

A Hair perhaps divides the False and True ;

Yes; and a single Alif were the clue --

Could you but find it--to the Treasure-house,

And peradventure to THE MASTER too ;

LI

 

Whose secret Presence through Creation's veins

Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains ;

Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi and

They change and perish all -- but He remains ;

LII

 

A moment guessed -- then back behind the Fold

Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd

Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,

He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold.

LIII

 

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor

Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,

You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You -- how then

TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more ?

LIV

 

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit

Of This and That endeavor and dispute ;

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape

Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

LV

 

You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse

I made a Second Marriage in my house;

Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,

And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.

LVI

 

For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line

And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,

Of all that one should care to fathom, I

was never deep in anything but -- Wine.

LVII

 

Ah, by my Computations, People say,

Reduce the Year to better reckoning ? -- Nay,

'Twas only striking from the Calendar

Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday.

LVIII

 

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,

Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape

Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder ; and

He bid me taste of it ; and 'twas -- the Grape !

LIX

 

The Grape that can with Logic absolute

The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute :

The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice

Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute ;

LX

 

The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,

That all the misbelieving and black Horde

Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul

Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

LXI

 

Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare

Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare ?

A Blessing, we should use it, should we not ?

And if a Curse -- why, then, Who set it there ?

LXII

 

I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,

Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust,

Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,

To fill the Cup -- when crumbled into Dust !

LXIII

 

Of threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise !

One thing at least is certain -- This Life flies ;

One thing is certain and the rest is Lies ;

The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

LXIV

 

Strange, is it not ? that of the myriads who

Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,

Not one returns to tell us of the Road,

Which to discover we must travel too.

LXV

 

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd

Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,

Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep

They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

LXVI

 

I sent my Soul through the Invisible,

Some letter of that After-life to spell :

And by and by my Soul return'd to me,

And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"

LXVII

 

Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,

And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire,

Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,

So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.

LXVIII

 

We are no other than a moving row

Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go

Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held

In Midnight by the Master of the Show ;

LXIX

 

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays

Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;

Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,

And one by one back in the Closet lays.

LXX

 

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,

But Here or There as strikes the Player goes ;

And He that toss'd you down into the Field,

He knows about it all -- HE knows -- HE knows !

LXXI

 

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

LXXII

 

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,

Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,

Lift not your hands to It for help -- for It

As impotently moves as you or I.

LXXIII

 

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,

And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed :

And the first Morning of Creation wrote

What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

LXXIV

 

YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare ;

TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair :

Drink! for you not know whence you came, nor why :

Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

LXXV

 

I tell you this -- When, started from the Goal,

Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal

Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,

In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.

LXXVI

 

The Vine had struck a fiber : which about

It clings my Being -- let the Dervish flout ;

Of my Base metal may be filed a Key

That shall unlock the Door he howls without.

LXXVII

 

And this I know: whether the one True Light

Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,

One Flash of It within the Tavern caught

Better than in the Temple lost outright.

LXXVIII

 

What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke

A conscious Something to resent the yoke

Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain

Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke !

LXXIX

 

What ! from his helpless Creature be repaid

Pure Gold for what he lent him dross -- allay'd --

Sue for a Debt he never did contract,

And cannot answer -- Oh the sorry trade !

LXXX

 

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin

Beset the Road I was to wander in,

Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round

Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin !

LXXXI

 

Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,

And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:

For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man

Is blacken'd -- Man's forgiveness give -- and take !

LXXXII

 

As under cover of departing Day

Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,

Once more within the Potter's house alone

I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.

LXXXIII

 

Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,

That stood along the floor and by the wall ;

And some loquacious Vessels were; and some

Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.

LXXXIV

 

Said one among them -- "Surely not in vain

My substance of the common Earth was ta'en

And to this Figure molded, to be broke,

Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."

LXXXV

 

Then said a Second -- "Ne'er a peevish Boy

Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy ;

And He that with his hand the Vessel made

Will surely not in after Wrath destroy."

LXXXVI

 

After a momentary silence spake

Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make ;

"They sneer at me for leaning all awry :

What ! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?"

LXXXVII

 

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot --

I think a Sufi pipkin -- waxing hot --

"All this of Pot and Potter -- Tell me then,

Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot ?"

LXXXVIII

 

"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell

Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell

The luckless Pots he marr'd in making -- Pish !

He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."

LXXXIX

 

"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,

My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry :

But fill me with the old familiar Juice,

Methinks I might recover by and by."

XC

 

So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,

The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking :

And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother !

Now for the Porter's shoulders' knot a-creaking !"

XCI

 

Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,

And wash the Body whence the Life has died,

And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,

By some not unfrequented Garden-side.

XCII

 

That ev'n buried Ashes such a snare

Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air

As not a True-believer passing by

But shall be overtaken unaware.

XCIII

 

Indeed the Idols I have loved so long

Have done my credit in this World much wrong :

Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,

And sold my reputation for a Song.

XCIV

 

Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before

I swore--but was I sober when I swore ?

And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand

My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.

XCV

 

And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,

And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,

I wonder often what the Vintners buy

One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

XCVI

 

Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose !

That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close !

The Nightingale that in the branches sang,

Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows !

XCVII

 

Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield

One glimpse -- if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,

To which the fainting Traveler might spring,

As springs the trampled herbage of the field !

XCVIII

 

Would but some winged Angel ere too late

Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,

And make the stern Recorder otherwise

Enregister, or quite obliterate !

XCIX

 

Ah Love ! could you and I with Him conspire

To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,

Would not we shatter it to bits - -and then

Re-mold it nearer to the Heart's Desire !

C

 

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again --

How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ;

How oft hereafter rising look for us

Through this same Garden -- and for one in vain !

CI

 

And when like her, oh Saki, you shall pass

Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,

And in your joyous errand reach the spot

Where I made One -- turn down an empty Glass!

TAMAM

 

Αυτός ο θόλος, π' όλοι ζούμε κάτωθέ του ζαλισμένοι,

είναι του Αλλάχ το μαγικό το θέατρο σκιών, ας πούμε.

Λυχνάρι του ο ήλιος και πλατύ λευκό πανί του ο κόσμος

κι αμέτρητες φιγούρες πίσω του σκοτεινές, που παραδέρνουν.

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Moon-Woman Cuts the Circle, Jackson Pollock, 1943

 

Beat Museum

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Starry Plough, Irish Citizen Army, 1930-

 

Σημαία του ICA, ένοπλης ομάδας των Ιρλανδών εργατών που ενσωματώθηκε στον IRA και το Ιρλανδικό Εργατικό Κόμμα.

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Starship Comparison Chart, Dan Carlson, 2003

 

Ποιός δεν ονειρεύτηκε ποτέ;

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Space Invaders, Taito, 1978

 

Ποιός δεν έπαιξε;

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E.T., Steven Spielberg, 1982

 

Ποιός δεν έκλαψε;

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Buzz Aldrin, NASA Photo ID: GPN-2001-000013, Neil Armstrong, 1969

 

Τέχνη όσο κάθε τέχνη.

 

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Forbidden Planet Posters, 1956

 

Αναγνωρίζετε τον νεαρό ήρωα του Poster;

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Robby the Robot, Planet Earth Productions in 1993

 

Το πρώτο Robot της ΕΦ με προσωπικότητα κυκλοφόρησε ξανά το 1993 χρησιμοποιώντας την ίδια διαδικασία όπως το 1960, όταν κυκλοφορούσε από την Ιαπωνική Billiken Shokai Company

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Le soir au bord de la mer, Tableaux de la nature, François-René de Chateaubriand, 1861

 

Les bois épais, les sirtes mornes, nues,

Mêlent leurs bords dans les ombres chenues.

En scintillant dans le zénith d'azur,

On voit percer l'étoile solitaire :

A l'occident, séparé de la terre,

L'écueil blanchit sous un horizon pur,

Tandis qu'au nord, sur les mers cristallines,

Flotte la nue en vapeurs purpurines.

D'un carmin vif les monts sont dessinés ;

Du vent du soir se meurt la voix plaintive ;

Et mollement l'un à l'autre enchaînés,

Les flots calmés expirent sur la rive.

Tout est grandeur, pompe, mystère, amour :

Et la nature, aux derniers feux du jour,

Avec ses monts, ses forêts magnifiques,

Son plan sublime et son ordre éternel,

S'élève ainsi qu'un temple solennel,

Resplendissant de ses beautés antiques.

Le sanctuaire où le Dieu s'introduit

Semble voilé par une sainte nuit ;

Mais dans les airs la coupole hardie,

Des arts divins, gracieuse harmonie,

Offre un contour peint des fraîches couleurs

De l'arc-en-ciel, de l'aurore et des fleurs.

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Συμφωνία Ντο Ματζόρε Νο 41 του Διός, KV 551, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, 1788

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Σεληνιακός χάρτης, Andrees Allgemeiner Handatlas, Λειψία, 1881

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Cartoon, Skywatcher, 2010

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Μυστικός Δείπνος, Nick Farrantello, 2010

 

Αναγνωρίζετε όλα τα πρόσωπα του δείπνου;

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Star River, Martin B., 2010

 

Τι θα γίνει, να το πάρει το ποτάμι; Για τον Μυστικό Δείπνο λέω. Ντροπή να ηττηθούν οι μερακλήδες του Astrovox χωρίς ούτε μία προσπάθεια. Εμπρός, για την Σημαία!

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Chicken Invaders, InterAction, 2007

 

Αν νομίζετε πως η επιλογή του Chicken Invaders υπαινίσσεται κάποιο αιχμηρό σχόλιο για την απουσία απαντήσεων σχετικά με το ποιά πρόσωπα απεικονίζονται στον Μυστικό Δείπνο, καλά κάνετε και το νομίζετε!