February 2012
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Feb 2nd
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“They say it’s the last song. They don’t know us, you see....”
– Dancer in the Dark (2000) - Lars von Trier
Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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Now he is lying on his elbows in the window and looking over the square on which he lives. All that happens there, if it be only a rat creeping into a gutter‑hole, or children playing together - everything engages his attention, and yet his mind is at rest as though it were the mind of a girl of sixteen. He smokes his pipe in the evening, and to look at him you would swear it was the...
Feb 1st
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January 2012
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Le sang païen revient! L’ esprit est proche, pourquoi Christ ne m’ aide-t-il pas, en donnant à mon âme noblesse et liberté. Hélas! L’ Évangile a passé! L’ Évangile! L’ Évangile. Arthur Rimbaud - Une Saison en Efer / Mauvais Sang Picture: Through a Darkly Glass - Ingmar Bergman (1961)
Jan 28th
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My heart’ s in my hand / and my hand is pierced / and my hand’ s in the bag / and the bag is shut / and my heart is caught Jean Genet - Our Lady of the Flowers
Jan 28th
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Jan 27th
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“I am only interested in the views of two people: one is called Bresson and one...”
– Andrei Tarkovsky
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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If I have been feeling worried or sad during the day…
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October 2011
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Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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August 2011
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Jul 4th
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Jun 18th
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May 2011
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May 28th
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May 12th
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Αν ήμουνα παράσιτο (καφέδες στην πλατεία),  θα έκρυβα στο χέρι μου πληγή από χειραψία;  ΚΟΡΕ ΥΔΡΟ - Χειραψία
May 12th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 10th
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May 9th
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Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer: L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer! Le Bateau Ivre - Arthur Rimbaud
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April 2011
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Apr 13th
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“Aν όλα πρέπει να έχουν μια αιτία, τότε και ο Θεός πρέπει να έχει μια αιτία . Αν...”
– Μπέρτραντ Ράσελ  - “Γιατί δεν είμαι Χριστιανός” (απόσπασμα απο την Αγανάκτηση του Φίλιπ Ρόθ.)
Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 10th
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Apr 10th
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