Freedom.

I slashed My master...;)

(Fot. Brykiet Noga)

Hair 1979, I got life.

I Spider.

(fot. Brykiet Noga)

Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.

Kobayashi Issa.

Web, I spider, I spider, 1970, LP.

A1 Concerto For Bedsprings 10:10;

a) I Can't Sleep 

b) Sack Song 

c) Peaceful Sleep 

d) You Can Keep The Good Life

e) Loner 
A2 I Spider 8:31

B1 Love You 5:21
B2 Ymphasomniac 6:43
B3 Always I Wait

&

The Web, Fully Interlocking, 1968.

The Web, Theraphosa Blondi, 1970.

A Space Odyssey.

The Red Shrooms from Mars.

Space Cat, that dauntless explorer, is off again in "a most fancy ship" with his friend Captain Fred Stone.

"His sleek tail waving gently on high, Flyball went in search of adventure." Text and pictures - and Paul Galdone has made wonderful pictures - show the strange things he found. Although by now he is "an experienced and slightly bored" space cat, certain things on Mars do interest him - very much! Children likes Space Cat.

Venus & Hairy Kitty...

The Mars Space Shroom kit is will provide many mushrooms in no time. Expect your first of three magic mushroom flushes in 10 days only! Growing shrooms has become childs-play with the Space action! All you need is patience and a couple sprays of water every day. These Magic Mushrooms may be as powerful als Mars, the god of war. It is most certainly more peaceful! Expect a peaceful journey to other states of your mind! Great visuals and lots of magic. Like all Space Shrooms, Mars is based on the Psilocybe Cubensis.

Trippy...?;)

Chronos, Step By Step, Steps To The Great Knowledge 2007.

Ethel the Frog.

Voice Over: And now a choice of viewing on BBC Television. Just started on BBC2, the semi final of Episode 3 of "Kierkegaard's Journals", staring Richard Chamberlain, Peggy Mount and Billy Bremner, and on BBC1, "Ethel the Frog".

Presenter.

Presenter: Good evening. On "Ethel the Frog" to night we look at violence. The violence of British Gangland. Last Tuesday a reign of terror was ended when the notorious Piranha brothers, Doug and Dinsdale, after one of the most extraordinary trials in British legal history, were sentenced to 400 years imprisonment for crimes of violence. We examined the rise to power of the Piranhas, the methods they used to subjugate rival gangs and their subsequent tracking down and capture by the brilliant Superintendent Harry "Snapper" Organs of Q Division. Doug and Dinsdale Piranha were born, on probation, in this small house in Kipling Road, Southwark, the eldest sons in a family of sixteen.  

Kitty Malone & Arthur Piranha.

Their father Arthur Piranha, a scrap metal dealer and TV quizmaster, was well known to the police, and a devout Catholic. In 1928 he had married Kitty Malone, an up-and-coming East End boxer. Doug was born in February 1929 and Dinsdale two weeks later; and again a week after that. Someone who remembers them well was their next door neighbour, Mrs April Simnel.
Mrs Simmel: Oh yes Kipling Road was a typical East End Street, people were in and out of each other's houses with each other's property all day. They were a cheery lot.
Interviewer: Was it a terribly violent area.
Mrs Simmel: Oh no......yes. Cheerful and violent. I remember Doug was very keen on boxing, but when he learned to walk he took up putting the boot in the groin. He was very interested in that. His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little boot in he'd be, bless him. All the kids were like that then, they didn't have their heads stuffed with all this Cartesian dualism.

 Doug and Dinsdale Piranha.

Presenter: At the age of fifteen Doug and Dinsdale started attending the Ernest Pythagoras Primary School in Clerkenwell. When the Piranhas left school they were called up but were found by an Army Board to be too unstable even for National Service. Denied the opportunity to use their talents in the service of their country, they began to operate what they called "The Operation"...They would select a victim and then threaten to beat him up if he paid the so-called protection money. Four months later they started another operation which the called "The Other Operation". In this racket they selected another victim and threatened not to beat him up if he didn't pay them. One month later they hit upon "The Other Other Operation". In this the victim was threatened that if he didn't pay them, they would beat him up. This for the Piranha brothers was the turning point.

Harry "Snapper" Organs.

Organs: Doug and Dinsdale Piranha now formed a gang, which the called "The Gang" and used terror to take over night clubs, billiard halls, gaming casinos and race tracks. When they tried to take over the MCC they were for the only time in their lives, slit up a treat. As their empire spread however, Q Division were keeping tabs on their every move by reading the colour supplements.
Presenter: One small-time operator who fell foul of Dinsdale Piranha was Vince Snetterton-Lewis.
Vince: "Well one day I was at home threatening the kids when I looks out through the hole in the wall and sees this tank pull up and out gets one of Dinsdale's boys, so he comes in nice and friendly and says Dinsdale wants to have a word with me, so he chains me to the back of the tank and takes me for a scrape round to Dinsdale's place and Dinsdale's there in the conversation pit with Doug and Charles Paisley, the baby crusher, and two film producers and a man they called "Kierkegaard", who just sat there biting the heads of whippets and Dinsdale says 'I hear you've been a naughty boy Clement' and he splits me nostrils open and saws me leg off and pulls me liver out and I tell him my name's not Clement and then... he loses his temper and nails me head to the floor."

Vince.

Interviewer: He nailed your head to the floor?
Vince: At first, yeah.
Presenter: Another man who had his head nailed to the floor was Stig O' Tracy.
Interviewer: I've been told Dinsdale Piranha nailed your head to the floor.
Stig: No. Never. He was a smashing bloke. He used to buy his mother flowers and that. He was like a brother to me.
Interviewer: But the police have film of Dinsdale actually nailing your head to the floor.
Stig: (pause) Oh yeah, he did that.
Interviewer: Why?

Stig.

Stig: Well he had to, didn't he? I mean there was nothing else he could do, be fair. I had transgressed the unwritten law.
Interviewer: What had you done?
Stig: Er... well he didn't tell me that, but he gave me his word that it was the case, and that's good enough for me with old Dinsy. I mean, he didn't *want* to nail my head to the floor. I had to insist. He wanted to let me off. He'd do anything for you, Dinsdale would.
Interviewer: And you don't bear him a grudge?
Stig: A grudge! Old Dinsy. He was a real darling.
Interviewer: I understand he also nailed your wife's head to a coffee table. Isn't that true Mrs O' Tracy?

Mrs O' Tracy: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mrs O'Tracy.

Stig: Well he did do that, yeah. He was a hard man. Vicious but fair.
Interviewer: Vince, after he nailed your head to the floor, did you ever see him again.
Vince: Yeah.....after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we'd shake hands and then he'd nail my head to the floor.
Interviewer: Every Sunday?
Vince: Yeah but he was very reasonable. Once, one Sunday I told him my parents were coming round to tea and would he mind very much not nailing my head that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.

Man affixed to a coffee table and a standard lamp.

Man: He was the only friend I ever had.
Block of concrete with a man upside down with his head buried in it.
Block: I wouldn't head a word against him.
Voice: Lovely fella.

Block.

Presenter: Clearly Dinsdale inspired tremendous fear among his business associates. But what was he really like?

Gloria: I walked out with Dinsdale on many occasions and found him a charming and erudite companion. He was wont to introduce one to eminent celebrities, celebrated American singers, members of the aristocracy and other gang leaders.
Interviewer: How had he met them?
Gloria: Through his work for charities. He took a warm interest in Boys' Clubs, Sailors' Homes, Choristers' Associations and the Grenadier Guards.
Interviewer: Was there anything unusual about him?
Gloria: At him. I should say not. Except, that Dinsdale was convinced that he was being watched by a giant hedgehog whom he referred to as 'Spiny Norman'.
Interviewer: How big was Norman supposed to be?
Gloria: Normally Spiny Norman was wont to be about twelve feet from snout to tail, but when Dinsdale was depressed Norman could be anything up to eight hundred yards long. When Norman was about Dinsdale would go very quiet and start wobbling and his nose would swell up and his teeth would move about and he'd get very violent and claim that he'd laid Stanley Baldwin."
Interviewer: "Did it worry you that he, for example, stitched people's legs together?"
Gloria: "Well it's better than bottling it up isn't it. He was a gentleman, Dinsdale, and what's more he knew how to treat a female impersonator."

Gloria.

Presenter: But what do the criminologists think? We asked The Amazing Kargol and Janet:
Ciminologist: It is easy for us to judge Dinsdale Piranha too harshly. After all he only did what many of us simply dream of doing... I'm sorry. After all we should remember that a murderer is only an extroverted suicide. Dinsdale was a looney, but he was a happy looney. Lucky bugger."
Presenter: Most of the strange tales concern Dinsdale, but what about Doug? One man who met him was Luigi Vercotti.
Vercotti: I had been running a successful escort agency -- high class, no really, high class girls -- we didn't have any of *that* -- that was right out. And I decided (phone rings) Excuse me (he answers phone) Hello......no, not now......shtoom...shtoom....right......yes, we'll have the watch ready for you at midnight.......the watch.....the Chinese watch....yes, right-oh, bye-bye.....mother (he hangs up phone) Anyway I decided to open a high class night club for the gentry at Biggleswade withInternational cuisine and cooking and top line acts, and not a cheap clip joint for picking up tarts -- that was right out, I deny that completely --, and one evening in walks Dinsdale with a couple of big lads, one of whom was carrying a tactical nuclear missile. They said I had bought one of their fruit machines and would I pay for it.

Verconti.

2nd Interviewer: How much did they want?
Vercotti: They wanted three quarters of a million pounds.
2nd Interviewer: Why didn't you call the police?
Vercotti: Well I had noticed that the lad with the thermonuclear device was the chief constable for the area. So a week later they called again and told me the cheque had bounced and said... I had to see... Doug.
2nd Interviewer: Doug?
Vercotti: Doug (takes a drink) Well, I was terrified. Everyone was terrified of Doug. I've seen grown men pull their own heads off rather than see Doug. Even Dinsdale was frightened of Doug.
2nd Interviewer: What did he do?
Vercotti: He used... sarcasm. He knew all the tricks, dramatic irony, metaphor, bathos, puns, parody, litotes and... satire. He was vicious.

H-Bomb.

Presenter: By a combination of violence and sarcasm, the Piranha brothers by February 1966 controlled London and the Southeast of England. It was in February, though, that Dinsdale made a big mistake.
Gloria: Latterly Dinsdale had become increasingly worried about Spiny Norman. He had come to the conclusion that Norman slept in an aeroplane hangar at Luton Airport.
Presenter: And so on Feb 22nd 1966, Dinsdale blew up Luton. (shot of a H-Bomb exploding) Even the police began to sit up and take notice.
Organs: The Piranhas realised they had gone too far and that the hunt was on. They went into hiding. I decided on a subtle approach, viz. some form of disguise, as the old helmet and boots are a bit of a giveaway. Luckily my years with Bristol Rep. stood me in good stead, as I assumed a bewildering variety of disguises. I tracked them to Cardiff, posing as the Reverend Smiler Egret. Hearing they'd gone back to London, I assumed the identity of a pork butcher, Brian Stoats. On my arrival in London, I discovered they had returned to Cardiff, I followed as Gloucester from "King Lear". Acting on a hunch I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty, in "Toad of Toad Hall".

Organs as Ratty.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in "Man of la Mancha" which the "Bristol Evening Post" described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the "Bath Chronicle" was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning. I quote.
Voice Over: As for the performance of Superintendent Harry "Snapper" Organs as Sancho Panza, the audience were bemused by his high-pitched Welsh accent and intimidated by his abusive ad-libs.
Organs (off screen):The "Western Daily News" said......
Voice over (John Cleese): 'Sancho Panza (Mr Organs) spoilt an otherwise impeccably choreographed rape scene by his unscheduled appearance and persistent cries of "What's all this then?"

Policeman & Organs in dressing-room.

Policeman: Never mind Snapper love you can't win 'em all
Organs: True constable. Could I have my eye-liner please?
2nd Policeman: Telegram for you, love.
Organs: Good-oh Bet it's from Binkie.
2nd Policeman: Those flowers are for Sergant Lauderdale - from the gentleman waiting outside.
Organs: Oh good.
3rd Policeman: Thirty second superintendent
Organs: Oh blimey, I'm on. Is me hat on straight constable
Policeman: Oh it's fine
Organs: Right here we gone then Hawkins
Policeman: Oh, merde superintendent
Organs: Good luck then
They come down the stairs and walk off along pavement. The city gent passes them doing his silly walk.
Nwespaper Seller: Read all about it Pirhana brothers escape.

Street is completely clears very fast. Freeze frame on empty street. An enormous hedgehog higher that the houses comes into shot saying '"Dinsdale?"

Hedgehog: Dinsdale?!

Hedhehog, Spiny Norman.

Hedgehog: Dinsdale?!

Hedgehog: Dinsdale?!

It's a pastiche of the real-life story of the Kray twins, famous gangsters in the East End of London in the 1950s and 1960s. Doug and Dinsdale Piranha were loosely based on Reggie and Ronnie Kray, and the policeman who pursued them, Harry "Snapper" Organs (Detective Superintendent Leonard "Nipper" Read). But their methods seem to resemble more closely those used by the rival, The Richardson Gang (Torture Gang). Their alleged specialities included pulling teeth using pliers, cutting off toes using bolt cutters, and nailing victims to the floor using 6-inch nails. Richardsona, the gang boss, was also a scrap metal dealer like papa Piranha. I suppouse that Charlie, Ronnie, and Reggie were collectively the inspiration for sketch about The Piranha Brothers.

Ethel the Frog, Ethel The Frog, 1980.

The band's unusual name was taken from a Monty Python sketch. Ethel the Frog was a heavy metal band formed in 1976 in Hull, England. Band split in 1981. Dr Terry Hopkinson (vocals, bass) is now a lecturer at the University of Leicester School of Archaeology.

Monty Python's Flying Circus, The Piranha Brothers (Full).

Is this love or the wrecking boll?

Bolling or Pick-up game.

Kawanabe Kyosai (1831-1889),

c. 1871-1889.

Kitten, Japanese Eyes, Cut iT Out EP, 2011.

"Japanese Eyes"

Where’d you get those gloves?
Got a lot of money
Where’d you get those ocean eyes?
My mom is Japanese
Is that the perfect bath
And the perfect sleepers
And where’d you get those ocean eyes?
My mom is Japanese
My mom is Japanese

Is this love, is this love love,
is this love I’m feeling
is this love or the wrecking ball
It’s love, love, love I’m feeling
is this love or the wrecking ball
love of a rocking ball, ah

What you doing down town?
Tryna skate or die
You’ll never be a factory girl
Oh, don’t ever brush your hair
Don’t ever brush your hair

Is this love, is this love love,
is this love I’m feeling
is this love or the wrecking ball
It’s love, love, love I’m feeling
is this love or the wrecking ball
love of a rocking ball, ah

Is this love, is this love love,
is this love I’m feeling
is this love or the wrecking ball
Is this love, is this love love,
is this love I’m feeling
or the crush of the wave ....
is this love or the wrecking ball

 Ocean eyes?
where’d you get those ocean eyes?

The Hero's Return.

Pink Floyd, The Hero's Return, The Final Cut, 1983.

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights were out.
There was no time to whine and mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
The memory smolders on
Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom.

The Anonymouse Evolution.

We don't need no mouse convention, we don't need no trap control.

Circa '30, (?)

We don't need no education, We don't need no thought control.

Pink Floyd, 1979.

Każdy śmiałek, który zaatakuje tę panującą ortodoksję, zostaje natychmiast skutecznie uciszony. Jeśli czyjeś poglądy godzą zdecydowanie w obowiązującą ideologię, niemal zawsze stają się one przedmiotem nieuczciwej krytyki i nagonki, już to na łamach prasy popularnej, już to w poważnych periodykach.

Anyone who challenges the prevailing orthodoxy finds himself silenced with surprising effectiveness. A genuinely unfashionable opinion is almost never given a fair hearing, either in the popular press or in the highbrow periodicals.

G. Orwell [The Freedom of the Press]

Anonymous, c. 2006.

(art.  Shepard Fairey)

Pink Floyd, Another Brick in The Wall, The Wall, 1979.

Antrakt (Entr'acte).

Fot. Brykiet Noga.

Clouds hang over the city
It is dark and I can’t get up.
I draw the blanket higher
I disappear, I curl myself up

The air is thick and sticky
Dampness sitting on faces.
A bird perched on a tree gloomily
It is smoothing its feathers lazily

The morning turns into noon
Hours pass in apathy
Sometimes a fly starts buzzing
In the snare of a cobweb

And the sun, high up, so high up
Is shining into pilots’ eyes
It is warming tirelessly
Cold blue spaces

I’m waiting for a wind that will disperse
These dark, swelling curtains.
I will find myself suddenly standing, then
With the sun face to face

The streets – covered with mist –
Are drowning in blind puddles.
Tired, I gaze through the window
I am longing for storms

And the sun, high up, so high up
Is shining into pilots’ eyes
It is warming tirelessly
Cold blue spaces

I’m waiting for the wind that will disperse
The dark, the swelling covers.
I will find myself suddenly standing, then
With the sun face to face

Krakowski spleen (Cracow spleen),

Olga Jackowska, Marek Jackowski

(transl. muzikum).

Maanam, Krakowski spleen, Nocny patrol, 1983.

Koniec z góralami, pogodynkami i tym podobnymi,

najlepszym miernikiem zmian w pogodzie jest penis.

Lud się mylić nie może.

Będzie burza bo mi się wydłuża.
Idzie dysc bo mi tys.
Będzie grad bo mi padł. 

(A kobiety niech też słuchają penisa)

Clouds hang above the city. There's dark and I can't stand up.
I spoof more quilt, disappear, bending in myself.
The air is viscous and dense, the moisture is gathering on faces.
The bird is sadly sitting on tree, cleaning its plumage lazy.

Clouds hang over the city
It is dark and I can’t get up.
I draw the blanket higher
 I disappear, I curl myself up

The morning becomes the noon. The hours pass limp.
Sometimes fly beeps in the spider's web.
But the sun is high above, shining on pilots eyes.
Heating cold blue spaces tirelessly

I'm waiting for the wind, which will chase.
The dark, swirling curtains.
I'll standing then on time.
With the sun face to face.

The streets are wrapped by fog, drowning in blind pools.
I'm looking out the window weary, thinking with longing about the storm.
But the sun is high above, shining on pilots eyes.
Heating cold blue spaces tirelessly

I'm waiting for the wind, which will chase.
The dark, swirling curtains.
I'll standing then on time.
 With the sun face to face.

(transl.?)

PS Przekład "Burzy", W. Szekspira, dokonany przez Piotra Kamińskiego, może wywołać niewielką burzę. Został on uwspółcześniony znacznie, ale czy uwspółcześnienie musi oznaczać wstawianie wulgaryzmów, jak kur.iszon czy skur.ysyn? Nie jestem delikatesem i sobie czasem kurwa powiem, ale to już jest przesada.

Hello, my baby. Hello, my money...

Michigan J. Frog, One Froggy Evening...1955, (play).

Żaba Michigan, 31 grudzień 1955 - 22 lipiec 2005. Debiutował z końcem 1955 roku, w filmie: One Froggy Evening. Tańczy w cylindrze i z laseczką, śpiewając przeboje z przełomu XIX i XX wieku. Imię zawdzięcza pewnemu marynarzowi z US NAVY, którego ulubioną drużyną w owym czasie było Michigan, on miał na imię Jeremy, a Frog bo żaba. Wcześniej był rozpisany konkurs na imeno. Historia opowiada o utalentowanej żabie, która każdemu szczęśliwemu znalazcy, ma przynieść sławę i pieniądze. Oczywiście w jego zamyśle. Żaden nie zdaje sobie sprawy, że żaba będzie śpiewać tylko dla niego...Dla każdego postronnego słuchacza będzie tylko żabą.

Tylko piosenka...;)

Hello My Baby!

Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime gal

Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire

If you refuse me
Honey, you'll lose me
Then you'll be left alone

Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own

Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime gal

Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire

If you refuse me
Honey, you'll lose me
Then you'll be left alone

Oh baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own. 

(Ida Emerson / Joseph E. Howard)
The Andrew Sisters.

 Michigan oszałamiającej kariery nie zrobił. Pęta się po jakichś epizodach i innych planach. Osobiście pierwsze skrzypce w czyichś rękach zagrał jeszcze raz w Another Froggy Evening. Był maskotką telewizji The WB Television Network, od jej powstania do samego końca, jego i jej.  Oficjalne oświadczenie wydane przez przewodniczącego Warner Bros, 22 czerwca 2005 roku, Garetha Anciera:  "Żaba zmarła i została pochowana". Redaktor naczelny telewizji WB, David Janollari, poinformował że: "Michigan był symbolem młodego pokolenia telewizji. To nie jest obraz jaki chcemy teraz przedstawiać naszej publiczności." Bo nie miał cycków...

Another Froggy Evening...Film.

Ciuchcia (Puffing billy).

Fot. Brykiet Noga.

Locomotive.

The locomotive’s standing at the station,
Huge, heavy, it drips perspiration –
Oily lubrication.

It stands and wheezes, it groans and gnashes
Its boiling belly stuffed with hot ashes:
Arrrgh, what torture!
Phew, what a scorcher!
Panting and puffing!
Hissing and huffing!
It’s barely gasping, it’s barely breathing,
And still its fireman more coal keeps on heaping.

To it were coupled wagons of iron and steel
Massive and heavy, they weighed a great deal
And crowds of people in each one of these,
And one’s full of cows, another of – horsies,
A third one with passengers, every one fat,
Sitting and eating sausagey snacks.
The fourth was packed with crates of bananas.
The fifth one contained – six large grand pianos.
In the sixth a large cannon, cor! what a whopper!
Each of its wheels chocked up right proper!
The seventh, oaken wardrobes and chairs.
The eighth an elephant, giraffe and two bears.
The ninth, fattened pigs – no spare spaces,
The tenth full of trunks, baggage and cases,
Wagons like these – another forty remain,
Not even I could tell you what they contain.
But if a thousand strongmen gathered right here,
And each one would eat a thousand burgers a year,
And each one of them strained with all of his might,
They couldn’t shift this colossal weight.

Suddenly – WHISTLE!
Suddenly – bustle!
Steam – eruption!
Wheels – in motion!

Slowly at first, like a tortoise just waking
Strains the engine, every single joint aching.
But it jerks at the wagons and pulls with great zeal,
It turns, and it turns, wheel after wheel.
It gathers momentum and takes up the chase
As it thunders and hammers and speeds up the pace.

And where to? And where to? And where to? Straight on!
By rail, by rail, by bridge, now it’s gone –
Through mountains and tunnels, through meadows and woods
It’s rushing, it’s rushing to bring on the goods,
It’s knocking out rhythms like banging a drum
DUM-buDUM, DUM-buDUM DUM-buDUM-DUM!

It’s gliding so smoothly – no effort at all,
No engine of steel, just a little toy ball,
No massive machine, all panting and puffing
But a plaything of tin, that weighs next to nothing.

From where does it, how does it, why does it rush?
And what is it, who is it, gives it a push?
That makes it go faster, all thrashing and hissing?
It’s steam’s scalding power that keeps the train moving.
It’s steam, piped from boiler to a piston that glides
Back and forth pushing rods that turn wheels on both sides,
They’re striving and driving, the train keeps on bumping,
‘Cause steam keeps the pistons a-pumping and pumping,
Producing a rhythm so pleasing to some:
DUM-buDUM, DUM-buDUM DUM-buDUM-DUM!

Julian Tuwim, Lokomotywa.
(Translation Michael Dembinski)

Polskiej wersji nie daję, każdy chyba zna...

Banco de Gaia, Last Train to Lhasa, 1995.

Czarny Kot (Песенка про черного кота; The Song About The Black Cat).

Czarny kot (photobucket).

Sienią na kuchennej klatce

na podwórze przejdziesz w lot.

A w tej sieni, jak w pałacu

żyje sobie czarny kot.

Śmieje się pod wąsem pewnie

nic nie widać, ciemno tam. 

Inne koty nucą rzewnie

A ten czarny milczy nam.

Dawno już nie łowi myszy

stroszy wąsy, śmieje się.

Każde słowo nasze słyszy

i kiełbasę naszą je.

Ani żąda, ani prosi

tylko w ślepiach żółty blask.

Każdy sam mu żarcie znosi

jeszcze mu się kłania w pas.

Nie zamiauczy ani

tylko pije, tylko je.

I o schody ostrzy pazur

aż człowieka bierze dreszcz.

Wszyscy w domu przygnębieni

pewnie to przez niego tak.

Warto by żarówkę w sieni...

Ale forsy ciągle brak.

Bułat Okudżawa, Czarny Kot, (tłum. Wojciech Młynarski),

śpiewa Sława Przybylska.

Wersja druga, tłumacz nieznany:

Na podwórku, tuż za bramą,
czarnej sieni czarny wlot.
W sieni dzień i noc tak samo
rezyduje Czarny Kot.

Uśmiechając się pod wąsem
czai się w ciemnościach, łotr.
Drą się koty wniebogłosy,
ale milczy Czarny Kot.
Myszy dawno już nie łowi,
stroszy wąs i śmieje się –
łapie wszystkich nas za słowo
i kiełbasę naszą żre.
Ani żąda, ani prosi,
kryje w ślepiach żółty blask.
Każdy sam mu coś wynosi
jeszcze mu się kłania w pas.
Nie zamiauczy ani razu,
ale z sieni - ani rusz;
o framugę ostrzy pazur,
jakbyś miał na gardle nóż!
Stąd też wszyscy przygnębieni,
wszystko w domu - byle jak...
Światło by założyć w sieni...
Ale jakoś chętnych brak!

Najlepiej brzmi po oryginale. 

Со двора -- подъезд известный
под названьем "черный ход".
В том подъезде, как в поместье,
проживает Черный Кот.
Он в усы усмешку прячет,
темнота ему -- как щит.
Все коты поют и плачут --
этот Черный Кот молчит.
Он давно мышей не ловит,
усмехается в усы,
ловит нас на честном слове,
на кусочке колбасы.
Он не требует, не просит,
желтый глаз его горит.
Каждый сам ему выносит
и "спасибо" говорит.
Он и звука не проронит --
только ест и только пьет.
Грязный пол когтями тронет --
как по горлу проскребет.
Оттого-то, знать, невесел
дом, в котором мы живем.
Надо б лампочку повесить...
Денег все не соберем.

Булат Окуджава, Песенка про черного кота, 1957-59.





From the backyard to our lane way,
though what we call the back door
In that lane way, like the landlord,
lives neighbourhood's black cat.
He hides a smirk in his whiskers,
the darkness is for him a shield.
All other cats may sing and cry -
but from this one, not a sound.
He has long ago stopped mousing,
grinning behind his mustached snout,
It's like he’s hunting us in fact it seems,
for a piece of sausage-meat
Asking little, demanding nothing
his eyes a-yellow glowing in the dark.
We all may bring bring our food to him,
but we thank him as we go.
Day or night he utters not a sound -
he only eats his food and drinks his drink.
His dirty claws, they scrape the earth,
just as if they'd rip your throat.
And so to know the house in which we live,
brings no cheer to not a soul.
Better to have hung a light, I guess,
but for that the money we'll never have.

Bulat Okudzhava, The Song About The Black Cat.

The Animal's Apocalipse.

The Flaming Lips, Supermoon Made Me Want To Pee.

PS

Cats.

Frog.

a Cat Called FRITZ.

a Cat Called FRITZ, Nature Humaine.

Like Clockwork.

Queens of the Stone Age...Like Clockwork.

Arystokot (The Aristocat).

 (?)

Żeby człowiek nie myślał, że jest doskonały i żeby nie miał złudzeń, że się z Bogiem zbratał,
że wszystkie mu zwierzęta będą się kłaniały i uznają, że właśnie on jest panem świata -
żeby więc człowiek nie wpadł w samouwielbienie, by poznał jak ułomna jest jego istota Bóg dał
mu przykazania, rozum i sumienie, a gdy to nie pomogło wtedy stworzył KOTA.

Franciszek Klimek, Żeby człowiek nie miał złudzeń.

Everybody wants to be a Cat. The Aristocats, 1970.

Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.

Corpus Christi...

NN (from rijksmuseum).

Zespół Reprezentacyjny, Opat Piotr, Sefarad 1990.

W słońcu się wygrzewał dobry opat Piotr, mamo,
w słońcu się wygrzewał dobry opat Piotr,
na tyłku biało portki, z wierzchu duży chwost,
na tyłku biało portki, z wierzchu duży chwost.

A przez dziurkę damy podglądaj go, mamo,
a przez dziurkę damy podglądaj go:
-Co to, bracie Piotrze, co ma znaczyć to,
co tam ci tak sterczy z gaci niczym knot?

-Z dołu amunicja, z przodu groźna broń, mamo,
z dołu amunicja, z przodu groźna broń,
przy jej to pomocy poluję co noc,
przy jej to pomocy poluję co noc.

-Hejże, bracie Piotrze, wstąpże do nas wstąp, mamo,
hejże, bracie Piotrze, wstąpże do nas wstąp!
-Nie mogę, o pani, Bóg poświadczy to,
przecież nie dam rady, was tam jest ze sto!

Od słowa do słowa dał się skusić Piotr, mamo,
od słowa do słowa dał się skusić Piotr,
-i w różanej wodzie wykąpały go,
miękkim prześcieradłem wysuszyły go.

Sto dwadzieścia niewiast, sto dwadzieścia łon, mamo,
sto dwadzieścia niewiast, sto dwadzieścia łon -
prócz biednej kucharki, bo miał w końcu dość,
prócz biednej kucharki, bo miał w końcu dość.

-Wcale dość nie miałem, przebóg, to nie to, mamo,
wcale dość nie miałem, przebóg, to nie to!
Wcale dość nie miałem - krzyczał prędko mknąc,
i wpadł tylnym wejściem, i tak też ją wziął.

Sto dwadzieścia córek - już w kołyskach śpią, mamo,
sto dwadzieścia córek - już w kołyskach śpią.
Syna ma kucharka, w kuchni chowa go.
Sto dwadzieścia jeden - to dopiero plon!

W słońcu się wygrzewał dobry opat Piotr, mamo,
w słońcu się wygrzewał dobry opat Piotr,
a przez dziurkę damy podglądały go,
a przez dziurkę damy podglądały go...

PS. Zespół reprezentacyjny. Założyli Jarosław Gugała i Filip Łobodziński w 1983 roku. Poezja śpiewana. Głównie teksty Lluísa Llacha i Georges'a Brassensa. Dla mnie najlepsza płyta Pornograf, z 1993. Resztą też nie gardzę.
PPS Ilustracja, wcześniej wygrzebał rbit9n.

Troll Hunter.

 Great Norwegian Mountain Troll (?), 1942. 

Description: Subject appears to be a humanoid standing at an estimated 105 meters tall. Subject appears to be covered in a thick but patchy hide with a gray/blue coloring of the skin. Originally believed to be folk legend until an RAF reconnaissance/bomber flight (Lockheed Hudson) photographed the creature while on patrol 480 kilometers north of Bergen, Norway, December 1942. All other attempts at capture or photography have resulted in failure. Sightings of the creature have persisted throughout the mid to late 1900s however none of these sightings have been officially confirmed by foundation staff.

Troll Hunter 2010.

Peer Gynt, Suite No. 1, Op. 46: In the Hall of the Mountain King, Eugene Ormandy.

Bogini...(The Goddess...).

Zamiast trailera (Rather than trailer).

Bogini roku 1967 (The Goddess of 1967), Australia, reż. Clara Law.

Tańczy Rose Byrne i Rikiya Kurokawa.