miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2015

Instructions for a bad day




A compilation of worldwide YouTube content, the crowd-sourced documentary "Life in a Day" by Kevin Macdonald, and local footage by Jon Goodgion. Audio is the spoken word poem "Instructions For a Bad Day" by Shane Koyczan.

Rights remain to respective owners.

Here is the poem in written form:

"There will be bad days.

Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm slowly now. Let go.

Be confident. Know that "now" is only a moment, and that if "today" is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, "today" will have ended.

Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered, to pull you back from the "somewhere" you cannot escape.

Be diligent. Scrape the gray sky clean. Realize every dark cloud is a smoke screen meant to blind us from the Truth - and the Truth is, whether we see them or not, the Sun and Moon are still there and always there is Light.

Be forthright. Despite your instinct to say "it's alright, I'm okay" - be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guilt, without remorse or complexity.

Be lucid in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose. If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that Pain is part of the Human Condition, and that alone makes you a legion.

We hungry underdogs, we risers with dawn, we dissmisser's of odds, we pressers of on - we will station ourselves to the calm. We will hold ourselves to the steady, be ready player one. Life is going to come at you armed with hard times and tough choices, your voice is your weapon, your thoughts ammunition - there are no free extra men, be aware that as the instant now passes, it exists now as then. So be a mirror reflecting yourself back, and remembering the times when you thought all of this was too hard and you'd never make it through.

Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue.

Be forgiving. Living with the burden of anger, is not living. Giving your focus to wrath will leave your entire self absent of what you need. Love and hate are beasts and the one that grows is the one you feed.

Be persistent. Be the weed growing through the cracks in the cement, beautiful - because it doesn't know it's not supposed to grow there.

Be resolute. Declare what you accept as true in a way that envisions the resolve with which you accept it. If you are having a good day, be considerate. A simple smile could be the first-aid kit that someone has been looking for.

If you believe with absolute honesty that you are doing everything you can - do more. There will be bad days, Times when the world weighs on you for so long it leaves you looking for an easy way out. There will be moments when the drought of joy seems unending. Instances spent pretending that everything is alright when it clearly is not, check your blind spot. See that love is still there, be patient.

Every nightmare has a beginning, but every bad day has an end. Ignore what others have called you. I am calling you "friend". Make us comprehend the urgency of your crisis. Silence left to its own devices, breed's silence. So speak and be heard. One word after the next, express yourself and put your life in the context - if you find that no one is listening, be loud. Make noise. Stand in poise and be open. Hope in these situations is not enough and you will need someone to lean on. In the unlikely event that you have no one, look again.

Everyone is blessed with the ability to Listen. The Deaf will hear you with their Eyes. The Blind will see you with their Hands. Let your Heart fill their news-stands, let them read all about it. Admit to the bad days, the impossible nights. Listen to the insights of those who have been there, but come back. They will tell you; you can stack misery, you can pack disappear you can even wear your sorrow - but come tomorrow you must change your clothes.

Everyone knows Pain. We are not meant to carry it forever. We were never meant to hold it so closely, so be certain in the belief that what pain belongs to now will belong soon to then. That when someone asks you "how was your day", realize that for some of us, it's the only way we know how to say "be calm".

Loosen your grip, opening each palm, slowly now - let go."
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Lo que decidimos ignorar - thos things we choose to ignore . Sandor Mac Nab


Nada determina en quien nos convertiremos tanto como aquellas cosas que elegimos ignorar. Sandor Mac Nab

lunes, 23 de marzo de 2015

Dean Ornish: inner balance


Equilibrio interno a través ejercicios respiratorios. Un pequeño paso hacia la calma.



domingo, 22 de marzo de 2015

Variaciones Goldberg














Jóvenes interpretes en los conciertos del domingo en la Fundación Juan March de Madrid

Barcelona Reed Quintet
     Juani Palop, saxo
     Manuel Martinez, clarinete
     Pilar Bosque, oboe
     Victor de la Rosa, clarinete bajo
     Daniel Ortuño, fagot
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)
Variaciones Goldberg BWV 988 (versión para quinteto de cañas de Raaf Hekkema)

jueves, 19 de marzo de 2015

Giacometti: el hombre que mira

                                                                        El gato



                                                                Jean Paul Sartre



                                                              Simone de Beauvoir



                                                        Giacometti y Anette, su esposa




Una exposición en la Fundación Canal de Madrid nos acerca  parte de la obra gráfica de Giacometti y nos permite conocer mejor a un artista del que Sartre, Jean Genet  escribieron y cuyo trabajo admiraron.
Un copista incansable capaz de usar una servilleta y un bolígrafo para plasmar lo que le fascina.

Una obra "potente y delicada como las pisadas de un pájaro sobre la nieve"
(Jean Cocteau)


Cada estatua parece retroceder dentro de una noche, tan lejana y espesa que se confunde con la muerte (Jean Genet)


Una mirada a veces atormentada e inquieta que intenta representar sus obsesiones hacia la figura humana: hombres que caminan, mujeres-diosas inmóviles, cabezas, ojos, parejas


miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2015

Nature at home: bookends and moss






Para ordenar correo o catálogos...y para poder ver el musgo flotando en el aire. Ideas para acercar un poco la naturaleza a nuestra vida entre cuatro paredes. 





Feeling like “you live in a cubicle” 40+ hours a week and hardly get to see the sun and living growing things on the weekdays? We’re lucky enough that even when we can’t make it outdoors, we’re surrounded by beauty and greenery. We want everyone to be able to have a daily slice of the outdoors, so here’s a way to bring a little green into your work week. 
We devised a simple structure to house files, catalogues, or mail that utilizes moss, foraged findings, and natural elements. We love this assemblage of little pieces of nature under glass to create structure and order for your work space or home. 
You can use anything you love, whether it’s a mass of little fallen acorns collected from your favorite park, stones and shells you found on your memorable beach vacation, or a dropped feather you found while hiking through the woods. There’s no right or wrong, just what inspires you.
 Maybe it’s something you even swap out every couple months to reflect the changing seasons! -the Ladies of Forêt


http://www.foretdesignstudio.com

martes, 10 de marzo de 2015

The Grand Budapest Hotel: nostalgia de un mundo desaparecido



Inspirada en la obra del escritor Stephen Zweig, la nostalgia y la melancolía por un mundo que ha dejado de existir alterna con los golpes de humor, la ironía,  la inteligencia y el gusto por el detalle y la belleza que podemos ver en todas las anteriores películas del director tejano Wes Anderson. 
Eso sin contar con poder disfrutar del trabajo de  actores como Jude Law, Tilda Swinton, Bill Murray, Harvey Keitel, Ralph Fiennes  y muchos más. 







His new film focuses on a hotel concierge called Monsieur Gustave (Ralph Fiennes) and a bellhop called Zero (newcomer Tony Revolori) who endeavour to recover an inheritance left to Gustave by a wealthy dowager. Set in the 1930s – "before the war," Anderson says, "the storm coming" – their efforts are complicated by the presence of SS-like troops, here known as the ZZ. The Grand Budapest Hotel isn't actually set in Budapest, or even definitely in Hungary, rather a composite European town that has cobbled streets, an English-language newspaper and a funicular train. "I wanna make a story about characters, their experiences," Anderson tells me, "but at the same time I wanna do something about their world."
Tom Lamont 
The Guardian 23-2-2o14