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---- Fire (Etna volcano) makes love to the Moon ----
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This is a short and long collection of photographs, which I did in my wanderings through the streets of the villages of Sicily; I have included some portraits, some moments captured on the fly, and...to finish (are the first images to appear in the sequence) there are the shots of the "Lawrence House" of Taormina (Sicily), in which lived for two years and one month, from January 1920 to February 1922, the English writer D.H. Lawrence and his beautiful and restless German wife Baroness Frieda Richthofen, and there is the portrait of the nephew (Don Peppino D'Allura) of the young Sicilian muleteer of Castelmola, Peppino D'Allura, who was the lover of Frieda, which she told her husband-writer all details of all her amorous exploits, which took place in the countryside of Castelmola, with the young Sicilian Peppino, thus providing to DH Lawrence, inspiration and documentary material for the preparation of those "erotic games in the rain" of the most scandalous novel of the twentieth century "lady Chatterley's Lover", a novel that British publishers didn't publish for obscenity and for the innovative nature of the figure of the heroine, Lady Connie Chatterley (alias Frieda Richthofen). The discovery of who was the "true lover" of the wife of the writer DH Lawrence is due to the journalist Gaetano Taorminese Saglimbeni (some sources, such as Wikipedia, report as a lover of Frieda another character, the militar Angelo Ravagli); in that "red-house" also later lived the "enfant terrible" of American literature Truman Capote, who in that house was home to the poet-writer-director-playwright Jean Cocteau.
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Questa è una raccolta breve e lunga di fotografie, che io ho realizzato nel mio girovagare per le strade dei paesi della Sicilia; ho inserito alcuni ritratti che mi sono stati gentilmente concessi dagli interessati, ho inserito alcuni istanti colti al volo, per terminare (sono le prime immagini ad apparire nella sequenza) con le foto dell'interno della "Casa Lawrence" di Taormina (Sicilia) nella quale abitarono per due anni e un mese, dal gennaio 1920 al febbraio 1922, lo scrittore inglese David Herbert Lawrence e la sua bella ed inquieta moglie, la baronessa tedesca Frieda Richthofen, infine ho inserito il ritratto del nipote (Don Peppino D'Allura) di quel giovane mulattiere di Castelmola (Sicilia) Peppino D'Allura che fu l'amante della moglie dello scrittore inglese Frieda, al quale marito-scrittore lei stessa raccontò con dovizia di particolari tutte le sue prodezze amorose, avvenute nelle campagne di Castelmola (in compagnia del giovane siciliano Peppino), fornendo in tal modo a D.H.Lawrence, ispirazione e materiale documentario per la stesura di quei "giochi erotici sotto la pioggia" del più scandaloso romanzo del Novecento "l'amante di Lady Chatterley", romanzo che gli editori Inglesi non vollero pubblicare non solo per oscenità, ma anche per il carattere innovativo della figura della protagonista del romanzo, la signora Connie Chatterley (alias Frieda Richthofen). La scoperta di chi fosse stato il "vero amante" della moglie dello scrittore D.H.Lawrence si deve al giornalista Taorminese Gaetano Saglimbeni (alcune fonti, tra le quali Wikipedia, riportano come amante della signora Frieda un altro personaggio, il bersagliere Angelo Ravagli); nella stessa casa in cui abitarono Lawrence e Frieda, successivamente abitò anche "il ragazzo terribile" della letteratura americana Truman Capote che in quella casa ospitò lo scrittore-poeta-regista-commediografo francese Jean Cocteau.
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Béatrice Thiriet, "Lady Chatterley"
il giornalista Gaetano Saglimbeni, a proposito di Lady Chatterley
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qktijnMukbU
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"Pensare (Thought)"
Pensare è guardare in faccia la vita, e leggere quel
che si può leggere,
Pensare è ponderare sull'esperienza, ed arrivare ad
una conclusione,
Pensare non è uno scherzo, un esercizio, od un
insieme di trucchi,
Pensare è un uomo intero che 'partecipa con
tutto se stesso.
D. H. Lawrence
This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.
The dust is heavy beneath the bed.
Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.
New life is near. I bow my head.
you who steal the sheets
from my side of the universe
have crept over to crumpled silence
i feel your touch in urban hollows
of heat seeping into my dream
as you hold us over the fire
changing the imprint of time
marshmallow hush
sticky in in my mouth
you neutralize hunger with words
and hide gleaming flakes of ash
under your closed eyelids
heat is madness and drug
so were you, once
always
always we would fall
together or apart
in heat and disarmament
in lazy dreams
driven far away by the
eternal wash of the seas
the lies were old and the truth
was new to us
now you swing
chandelier-bright
above the flames in my head
full of whiskey that distilles life into
handsome lovers, smiling mothers and
unshaven angels of drunkenness
but, oh, i'm sure we're alive
tasting tongues in timeless mortality
lying naked, sheetless and warm
our gapless pulse the simulacrum of eternity
all stars
all halos you
curled under my arm like a seed
and something restless
follows me through sleep
-- pic taken in a hotel room in paris, summer 1990, poem written around ten years later --
(Highest position on Explore No. 17)
Creepy stuff-just for sure...you know that...!I'm too busy,no time for new work,just something older from hard drive!Have a great time...thanks for comments and faves!
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This past week I was on my school camp so unfortunately I did not really have the time to prepare a photo. I have so many ideas of the things I want to create in the future, it's just a matter of when and how.
I do love taking self-portraits but not because I'm vain but because I like the challenge of placing myself outside my comfort zone -which is behind the camera. What I am thankful for is that I have so many friends and family members who support my passion and are willing to help out or even be in my photos.
So I can assure you there will be a lot more photos to come and with my school holidays coming up I am hoping I can get more than a few done :)
I took this shot last weekend out near Wilder ranch in Santa Cruz. The high clouds were looking very nice but then just before sunset some low clouds moved in which blocked some of the light. Although I did not get such a colorful sky, I thought the low clouds added some drama this scene. The waves were very unpredictable and I got a little wet in the process of taking this one.
Happy Friday! Hope you all have a nice weekend!
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Went to Duluth and visited Lake Superior. Everything is still covered in a foot of snow. I'm really jealous of all the people uploading pictures of green grass and sunshine.
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“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Happy Halloween!
Ya se acercan Casi puedo escucharlos. Mi alma se inquieta. ¿habré hecho méritos este año?. Si no es así procuraré tener las manos llenas para el próximo año.
They approach. I can almost hear them. My soul is restless. Have I done enough this year ?. If not, I will seek to have his hands full for next year.