• monomania

    11. Okt. 2009, 22:06 von vesselinux

    It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest…
  • can ye smoothe out a seam like this, blacksmith

    21. Feb. 2009, 12:01 von vesselinux

    "Look ye here, then," cried Ahab, passionately advancing, and leaning with both hands on Perth's shoulders; "look ye here--HERE--can ye smoothe out a seam like this, blacksmith," sweeping one hand across his ribbed brow; "if thou could'st, blacksmith, glad enough would I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes. Answer! Can'st thou smoothe this seam?"

    "Oh! that is the one, sir! Said I not all seams and dents but one?"

    "Aye, blacksmith, it is the one; aye, man, it is unsmoothable; for though thou only see'st it here in my flesh, it has worked down into the bone of my skull--THAT is all wrinkles! But, away with child's play; no more gaffs and pikes to-day. Look ye here!" jingling the leathern bag, as if it were full of gold coins. "I, too, want a harpoon made; one that a thousand yoke of fiends could not part, Perth; something that will stick in a whale like his own fin-bone. There's the stuff," flinging the pouch upon the anvil. …
  • even now I lose time

    21. Feb. 2009, 11:54 von vesselinux

    "I will not go," said the stranger, "till you say aye to me. Do to me as you would have me do to you in the like case. For YOU too have a boy, Captain Ahab--though but a child, and nestling safely at home now--a child of your old age too--Yes, yes, you relent; I see it--run, run, men, now, and stand by to square in the yards."

    "Avast," cried Ahab--"touch not a rope-yarn"; then in a voice that prolongingly moulded every word--"Captain Gardiner, I will not do it. Even now I lose time. Good-bye, good-bye. God bless ye, man, and may I forgive myself, but I must go. Mr. Starbuck, look at the binnacle watch, and in three minutes from this present instant warn off all strangers: then brace forward again, and let the ship sail as before."

    Herman Melville Moby Dick, Chapter 128 - The Pequod Meets The Rachel
  • my event - Volumi all'idrogeno

    24. Apr. 2006, 17:59 von Matokami

    23/4/6 - Volumi all'idrogeno
    Palaolimpico (Isozaki) - Torino

    Volumi all'idrogeno è un rave di suoni, parole e proiezioni.
    4 ore di spettacolo ininterrotte insieme a Elia, Gatto Ciliegia, Perturbazione, Marlene Kuntz, Mau Mau, Africa Unite, Linea 77 e Subsonica ... e ... Wu Ming, William Shakespeare, Miguel Cervantes, Cesare Pavese, Marguerite Duras, Dario Voltolini, Erri De Luca, Douglas Coupland, Alessandro Baricco, Herman Melville.
    Su un palco di 30 metri, con 2 grossi schermi ai lati che ricordano un libro aperto in cui, al posto delle pagine si apriranno continui “ambienti” sonori, si avvicenderanno artisti e gruppi che daranno voce e suono ad una scia ininterrotta di contaminazioni tra musica e letteratura. Incollare i ragazzi e catturarli con insoliti contenuti (la letteratura, forse, non è così frequentata come potrebbe, dal pubblico dei concerti), fruibili proprio grazie alle modalità e alla modernità dei linguaggi impiegati per comunicarli. …