Ο Πανδαμάτωρ (5-Oh, I believe in yesterday)

18 Ιουνίου 71 Ετών ; (14/3/2013-Photo from internet by AFP)

Yesterday Lyrics 

from Love

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say

I said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday

Ο Πανδαμάτωρ (4-λίθος κυλινδόμενος)

Λίθος κυλινδόμενος το φύκος ου ποιεί.

Saxum volutum non obducitur musco.

A rolling stone gathers no moss

Πέτρα που κυλά δεν χορταριάζει

1972 -2013 I can't get no satisfaction 

 Rolling Stones 

Sympathy For The Devil 

Please allow me to introduce myself 

I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year 

Stole many a mans soul and faith 

And I was round when jesus christ 

Had his moment of doubt and pain 

Made damn sure that pilate 

Washed his hands and sealed his fate 

Pleased to meet you 

Hope you guess my name 

But what's puzzling you 

Is the nature of my game 

I stuck around st. petersburg 

When I saw it was a time for a change 

Killed the czar and his ministers 

Anastasia screamed in vain 

I rode a tank 

Held a generals rank 

When the blitzkrieg raged 

And the bodies stank 

Pleased to meet you 

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah 

Ah, what's puzzling you 

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah 

I watched with glee 

While your kings and queens 

Fought for ten decades 

For the gods they made 

I shouted out, 

Who killed the kennedys? 

When after all 

It was you and me 

Let me please introduce myself 

I'm a man of wealth and taste 

And I laid traps for troubadours 

Who get killed before they reached bombay 

Just as every cop is a criminal 

And all the sinners saints 

As heads is tails 

Just call me lucifer 

Cause I'm in need of some restraint 

So if you meet me 

Have some courtesy 

Have some sympathy, and some taste 

Use all your well-learned politesse 

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah 

Tell me baby, what's my name 

Tell me honey, can ya guess my name 

Tell me baby, what's my name 

I tell you one time, you're to blame 

What's my name 

70 χρονών; Δεν το πιστεύω!

Ο Πανδαμάτωρ (3-Bruce Springsteen)

Veteran (64 αισίως αλλά διαχρονικός) rocker Bruce Springsteen

Sting, Bruce Springsteen (εκατέρωθεν ή αριστεροδέξια του επισήμου με την γραβάτα), Tracey Chapman Αθήνα, Οκτώβριος 1988 (Διεθνής Αμνηστία, Ολυμπιακό Στάδιο) 
The Boss was here

"Glory Days"

I had a friend was a big baseball player 
back in high school 
He could throw that speedball by you 
Make you look like a fool boy 
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar 
I was walking in, he was walking out 
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks 
but all he kept talking about was 

Glory days well they'll pass you by 
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye 
Glory days, glory days 

Well there's a girl that lives up the block 
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads 
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by 
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed 
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up 
I guess it's two years gone by now 
We just sit around talking about the old times, 
she says when she feels like crying 
she starts laughing thinking about 

My old man worked 20 years on the line 
and they let him go 
Now everywhere he goes out looking for work 
they just tell him that he's too old 
I was 9 nine years old and he was working at the 
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line 
Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall 
but I can tell what's on his mind 

Glory days yeah goin back 
Glory days aw he ain't never had 
Glory days, glory days 

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight 
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill 
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it 
but I probably will 
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture 
a little of the glory of, well time slips away 
and leaves you with nothing mister but 
boring stories of glory days 

boring stories of glory days 

Ο Πανδαμάτωρ (2 - Roger Waters)

κι αν είναι ροκ μη (ή να) τον φοβάστε (κι ας) έγινε κιόλας 70 χρονών

TIME 

ΧΡΟΝΟΣ

by PINK FLOYD

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

And the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spell 

Πότε έφυγαν τα sixties

ο Πανδαμάτωρ (1-Johan Cruyff, ο Ιπτάμενος Ολλανδός)

η φανέλα με το 14, ο αέρινος Γιόχαν του 71/72

Θάνατος από πνιγμό

T.S. ELLIOT

Φληβάς ο Φοίνικας,δεκαπέντε μέρες πεθαμένος, 

Λησμόνησε την κραυγή τών γλάρων,και το

φούσκωμα του βαθιού πελάγου

Καί το κέρδος και τη ζημια.

Κάτω απ 'τη θάλασσα ένα ρέμα

Εγλειψε τα κοκαλά του

ψιθυρίζοντας.Μ'ανεβοκατεβάσματα

πέρασε τα στάδια των γειρατιών του και της νιότης του

Μπαίνοντας μέσα στη ρουφήχτρα.

Εθνικέ η Εβραίε

Ω εσύ πού γυρίζεις το τιμόνι κοιτάζοντας πρός τόν αγέρα,

Στοχάσου το Φληβά,πού ήταν κάποτες όμορφος

κι άψηλός σάν εσένα.                                             

στο πέρασμα του χρόνου Cruyff 2013

Ο Χρόνος πάλι

swingeing london

Η συγγραφέας Σώτη Τριανταφύλλου καταφέρνει να γράψει ένα βιβλίο - χρονικό του τέλους του 20ου αιώνα, να μας δώσει στιγμιότυπα από συναρπαστικές διαδρομές, από τις περιπλανήσεις μεταξύ Αθήνας, Δωρίδας, Παρισίων, Λονδίνου, Νέας Υόρκης, Αφρικής, να μας φιλέψει μερικά διηγήματα που διαβάζονται απνευστί (Μικόλ, Πιτσιμπούργκο, Ο Θάνατος του Ναπολέοντα Φίνλευ, Η τιμή της οικογένειας Ρηγίνου, Ο αρραβώνας της Μπέμπας)

Εκθέτει την πολυμορφική της προσωπικότητα και φωτίζει στιγμές του τελευταίου μισού αιώνα, του παρελθόντος που κουβαλάμε όλοι μας. Μας γνωρίζει γνωστές, άγνωστες και λιγότερο γνωστές μορφές της τέχνης, της λογοτεχνίας.

"Ο χρόνος πάλι" είναι ένα βιβλίο που απολαμβάνεις σε μικρές δόσεις, γουλιά - γουλιά, σαν ένα καλό κρασί που ερεθίζει ευχάριστα. Τόσο καλό και ενδιαφέρον, που φροντίζω να προμηθευτώ σταδιακά και τα υπόλοιπα βιβλία της Τριανταφύλλου ώστε από τα ράφια της βιβλιοθήκης μου να μην λείπει ούτε ένα από τα έργα της. 

Μερικά από τα πρόσωπα που κάνουν γρήγορα περάσματα από τις σελίδες του βιβλίου:

Jean Philippe Arthur Dubuffet
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Dubuffet

Jean Dubuffet, Don Coucoubazar, 1972. Sheet metal, polyurethane paint, Musée Unterlinden, Colmar.

Richard William Hamilton

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William Motter Inge
http://www.imagi-nation.com/moonstruck/clsc63.html


Bram (Abraham Gerardus) van Velde
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bram_van_Velde

Rodia
http://www.wattstowers.us/simon_rodia.htm