Sunday, June 28, 2015

Understanding Manipulation Tactics Part One

Don't Be Afraid To Set Boundaries: Julie Hanks LCW on KSL TV's Studio 5

Louis Aragon: Elsa

Tandis que je parlais le langage des vers
Elle s’est doucement tendrement endormie
Comme une maison d’ombre au creux de notre vie
Une lampe baissée au coeur des myrrhes verts
Sa joue a retrouvé le printemps du repos
Ô corps sans poids posé dans un songe de toile
Ciel formé de ses yeux à l’heure des étoiles
Un jeune sang l’habite au couvert de sa peau
La voila qui reprend le versant de ses fables
Dieu sait obéissant à quels lointains signaux
Et c’est toujours le bal la neige les traîneaux
Elle a rejoint la nuit dans ses bras adorables
Je vois sa main bouger Sa bouche Et je me dis
Qu’elle reste pareille aux marches du silence
Qui m’échappe pourtant de toute son enfance
Dans ce pays secret à mes pas interdit
Je te supplie amour au nom de nous ensemble
De ma suppliciante et folle jalousie
Ne t’en va pas trop loin sur la pente choisie
Je suis auprès de toi comme un saule qui tremble
J’ai peur éperdument du sommeil de tes yeux
Je me ronge le coeur de ce coeur que j’écoute
Amour arrête-toi dans ton rêve et ta route
Rends-moi ta conscience et mon mal merveilleux

Louis Aragon

Atahualpa Yupanqui - El Payador Perseguido (1973)

Friday, June 26, 2015

Guillaume Apollinaire: Je t’écris ô mon Lou


Je t’écris ô mon Lou de la hutte en roseaux
Où palpitent d’amour et d’espoir neuf coeurs d’hommes
Les canons font partir leurs obus en monômes
Et j’écoute gémir la forêt sans oiseaux
Il était une fois en Bohême un poète
Qui sanglotait d’amour puis chantait au soleil
Il était autrefois la comtesse Alouette
Qui sut si bien mentir qu’il en perdit la tête
En perdit sa chanson en perdit le sommeil
Un jour elle lui dit Je t’aime ô mon poète
Mais il ne la crut pas et sourit tristement
Puis s’en fut en chantant Tire-lire Alouette
Et se cachait au fond d’un petit bois charmant
Un soir en gazouillant son joli tire-lire
La comtesse Alouette arriva dans le bois
Je t’aime ô mon poète et je viens te le dire
Je t’aime pour toujours Enfin je te revois
Et prends-la pour toujours mon âme qui soupire
Ô cruelle Alouette au coeur dur de vautour
Vous mentîtes encore au poète crédule
J’écoute la forêt gémir au crépuscule
La comtesse s’en fut et puis revint un jour
Poète adore-moi moi j’aime un autre amour
Il était une fois un poète en Bohême
Qui partit à la guerre on ne sait pas pourquoi
Voulez-vous être aimé n’aimez pas croyez-moi
Il mourut en disant Ma comtesse je t’aime
Et j’écoute à travers le petit jour si froid
Les obus s’envoler comme l’amour lui-même
10 avril 1915.
Guillaume Apollinaire, Poèmes à Lou (1915)
Poème dédié à la Comtesse Louise de Coligny, dite Lou.

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

PAUL CELAN: IN MEMORIAM PAUL ELUARD


Lay those words into the dead man's grave
which he spoke in order to live.
Pillow his head amid them,
let him feel
the tongues of longing,
the tongs.
Lay that word on the dead man's eyelids
which he refused to him
who addressed him as thou,
the word
his leaping heart-blood Passed bY
when a hand as bare as his own
knotted him who addressed him as thou
into the trees of the future.
Lay this word on his eyelids:
perhaps
his eye, still blue, will assume
a second, more alien blueness,
and he who addressed him as thou
will dream with him: We.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Baudelaire: Don Juan aux Enfers


Quand Don Juan descendit vers l’onde souterraine
Et lorsqu’il eut donné son obole à Charon,
Un sombre mendiant, l’oeil fier comme Antisthène,
D’un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.
Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,
Des femmes se tordaient sous le noir firmament,
Et, comme un grand troupeau de victimes offertes,
Derrière lui traînaient un long mugissement.
Sganarelle en riant lui réclamait ses gages,
Tandis que Don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
Montrait à tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre
Elvire, Près de l’époux perfide et qui fut son amant,
Semblait lui réclamer un suprême sourire
Où brillât la douceur de son premier serment.
Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
Se tenait à la barre et coupait le flot noir ;
Mais le calme héros, courbé sur sa rapière,
Regardait le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.
Charles Baudelaire

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

LUÍS DE CAMÔES

Cantiga 
a este moto: 

Quem se confia em olhos, 
nas meninas deles vê, 
que meninas não têm fé. 

VOLTAS 

Quem põe suas confianças 
em meninas sem assento, 
ofereça o sofrimento 
a duzentas mil mudanças. 
Mostram no ar esperanças, 
mas em seus olhos se vê 
como não têm n'alma fé. 

Enganam ao parecer, 
porque, no caso de amar, 
são mulheres no matar 
e meninas no querer. 
Quem em seus olhos se crer, 
cem mil graças neles vê; 
vê-las, sim, mas não ter fé. 

Amostram-vos num momento 
favores assi a molhos; 
mas na mudança dos olhos 
se lhe muda o pensamento. 
Em nada têm assento, 
e o que mais neles se vê 
é fermosura sem fé.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Ronnie Shakes

No hablaba inglés

Ronnie Shakes: "After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said: 'No hablo inglés'."

Friday, June 19, 2015

All About That Bass - Postmodern Jukebox European Tour Version

It Will Pass

A student went to his meditation teacher and said, “My meditation is horrible! I feel so distracted, or my legs ache, or I’m constantly falling asleep. It’s just horrible!”

“It will pass,” the teacher said matter-of-factly.
A week later, the student came back to his teacher. “My meditation is wonderful! I feel so aware, so peaceful, so alive! It’s just wonderful!’
“It will pass,” the teacher replied matter-of-factly.


Thursday, June 18, 2015

Paranoia and Paranoid Disorders

What is Paranoia?

Paranoia involves feelings of persecution and an exaggerated sense of self-importance. Paranoia occurs in many mental disorders and is rare as an isolated mental illness. Since the delusions involve only one area, a person with paranoia can usually work and function in everyday life, however, their lives may be limited and isolated. There are different types of paranoia including conjugal paranoia, erotomania, hypochondriacal paranoia, and different types of paranoid disorders such as paranoid personality and paranoid schizophrenia.

Symptoms of Paranoia:

Symptoms of paranoia and paranoid disorders include intense and irrational mistrust or suspicion, which can bring on sense of rage, hatred, and betrayal. Some people suffering from paranoid personality may have a high capacity to annoy or enrage others because of rigid and maladaptive behavior. Some identifiable beliefs and actions of paranoid-related disorders include mistrust, taking offense easily, difficulty with forgiveness, defensive attitude in response to imagined criticism, preoccupation with hidden motives, fear of being deceived or taken advantage of, inability to relax, argumentative, abrupt, stubborn, self-righteous, and perfectionistic.

What Causes Paranoia?

The cause of paranoia is a breakdown of various mental and emotional functions involving reasoning and assigned meanings. The reasons for these breakdowns are varied and uncertain. Some symptoms of paranoia may arise from repressed, denied or projected feelings. Paranoid thoughts and feelings can become part of a delusional system through an accident, a misunderstanding or minor injustice, heightened intimacy, or increased responsibility.

Treatment of Paranoia

Treatment of paranoia is usually via behavior therapy which is aimed at reducing sensitivity to criticism and improving social skills. It can be difficult to treat a person with paranoia as they may be irritable, emotionally guarded, hostile, and unwilling; therefore, progress is slow. Therapy attempts to break the cycle of suspicion and isolation by using relaxation and anxiety management and by aiding the person to change certain behaviors.

Henri Duparc - L'invitation au Voyage (Baudelaire/Charles Panzéna)

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The cure




You may believe that you are
in love. And an intense joy may 
fill you heart. And you may want
to thank the gods and celebrate.

But not until you you get rid
of that atrocious wound will you 
find in your soul peace and be
able to breath again. I tell you.

What I say contradicts common 
knowledge? Sure. I know that.
You want to say me wrong? I 
don’t mind, will not be offended. 

Don’t lie to yourself, man. Here is
the cure: erase from your memory 
the image of her beautiful body, 
forget her so sweet smile. Her loving 
words? She is just a silly girl. Her 
legs, her breast, her hands on your 
face? And she walked gracefully at 
your side on the streets of the big 
city? Just a dream, I tell you, it never 
happened. Say thank you to me, boy, 
go to bed and try to sleep, moron. 


J. E. Soice