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~ There's magic inside you.
~ Anything is possible.
~ Dreams can come true.
~ You don't need wings to fly.
~ It's OK to be different.
~ And always believe in yourself even if nobody else does.
-Jane Lee Logan
This Mortal Coil, a New Festival by Spark Project
"I'm inspired by movies, video games and fantasy. The Pond was inspired by the game Grounded. My newest build for Spark, This Mortal Coil, was inspired by the movie, What Dreams May Come."
Ravenstarr, the creator of The Pond and This Mortal Coil, talks about the inspirations behind her artistic and creative builds in this months Creator Spotlight- brought to you by The Nature Collective.
If you would like to read more, make sure to check out our website where you will find more information about The Nature Collective including Creator Spotlights, a list of participating Nature Collective member locations, volunteer bios and more! Also make sure to visit our inworld location to pick up our Explorer HUD for more beautiful nature-inspired places to discover and explore. For more behind-the-scenes fun with your favorite Second Life Nature Creators and other Nature Explorers, join our Discord server!
Safe travels and happy exploring!
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This Mortal Coil:
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(Opening Aug 6th)
The Pond:
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fairhill/108/156/26
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Should I stand amid the breakers?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
Here I am ... Waiting to hold you
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFWKJ2FUiAQ
流年真的似水，一去不返 ...
看過的風景也許还可以重来，而離去的人却再也不會回头。
任由你千思萬想，他除了偶然在你夢中彷徨，其余的时間都只是恍惚的印象。
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, we
breathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember,
yielding us fainter fragrance. Then someone may say to us:
‘Yes, you are in my blood, the room, the Spring-time
is filling with you’..... What use is that: they cannot hold us,
we vanish inside and around them. And those who are beautiful,
oh, who holds them back? Appearance, endlessly, stands up,
in their face, and goes by. Like dew from the morning grass,
what is ours rises from us, like the heat
from a dish that is warmed. O smile: where? O upward gaze:
new, warm, vanishing wave of the heart - :
oh, we are that. Does the cosmic space,
we dissolve into, taste of us then? Do the Angels
really only take back what is theirs, what has streamed out of them,
or is there sometimes, as if by an oversight, something
of our being, as well? Are we as mingled with their
features, as there is vagueness in the faces
of pregnant women? They do not see it in the swirling
return to themselves. (How should they see it?)
Lovers, if they knew how, might utter
strange things in night air. Since it seems
everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses,
we live in, still stand. Only we
pass everything by, like an exchange of air.
And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of
shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.
Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask
you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign?
Look, it happens to me, that at times my hands
become aware of each other, or that my worn face
hides itself in them. That gives me a slight
sensation. But who would dare to exist only for that?
You, though, who grow in the other’s delight
until, overwhelmed, they beg:
‘No more’ -: you, who under your hands
grow richer like vintage years of the vine:
who sometimes vanish, because the other
has so gained the ascendancy: I ask you of us. I know
you touch so blissfully because the caress withholds,
because the place you cover so tenderly
does not disappear: because beneath it you feel
pure duration. So that you promise eternity
almost, from the embrace. And yet, when you’ve endured
the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows,
and the first walk together, just once, through the garden:
Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves
one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip:
O, how strangely the drinker then escapes from their action.
Weren’t you amazed by the caution of human gesture
on Attic steles? Weren’t love and departure
laid so lightly on shoulders, they seemed to be made
of other matter than ours? Think of the hands
how they rest without weight, though there is power in the torso.
Those self-controlled ones know, through that: so much is ours,
this is us, to touch our own selves so: the gods
may bear down more heavily on us. But that is the gods’ affair.
If only we too could discover a pure, contained
human place, a strip of fruitful land of our own,
between river and stone! For our own heart exceeds us,
even as theirs did. And we can no longer
gaze after it into images, that soothe it, or into
godlike bodies, where it restrains itself more completely.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Soundtrack // Bande-son: THIS MORTAL COIL ("The Lacemaker"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQPot3YW9Ds
"DREAMS ARE LIKE WATER... Colourless and dangerous..."
Other view (clouds reflections): www.flickr.com/photos/regisa/16765196672/in/photolist-C15...
"Ta composition nous promène au loin sur ce joli paysage. C'est superbe !" // "Your compo makes us walk around really far on this lovely landscape. That's superb !" (GEORGES ..CURIOUS ABOUT THE WORLD / www.flickr.com/photos/geolis06/)
"J'aime beaucoup la compo et le traitement... L'œil est emmené vers l'infini... vers la lumière et la paix." // "I really like the compo & the treatment. You lead our eyes far away... towards light and peace." (SOPHIE C. / www.flickr.com/photos/26450367@N04/)
"Comme ma maman m'expliquait la première fois que j'allais aller au littoral: "De l'eau à perte de vue..."" // "Like my mum told me the first time I've been to the beach: "Water, as far as the eye can see..."" (PIERRE à VANCOUVER / www.flickr.com/photos/sofarsocute/)
"De la pure poésie..." // "Pure poetry..." (K.a.J.a / www.flickr.com/photos/26687415@N02/ )
www.lavoixdunord.fr/190694/article/2017-07-11/peut-desorm...
Soundtrack // Bande-son: THIS MORTAL COIL ("The Lacemaker"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQPot3YW9Ds
"DREAMS ARE LIKE WATER... Colourless and dangerous..."
"Un tableau d'une grande pureté! 👍" (VINCENT / www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07/)
"Magnifique ce panoramique éthéré et ces reflets." (Régis DUBUS / www.flickr.com/photos/dubusregis/)
"D'une pureté incomparable ! Un tableau resplendissant qui met merveilleusement en valeur le port de Dunkerque. Excellent travail Regisa !" (Claudy LAGARDE / www.flickr.com/photos/131430984@N02/)
"Terrific treatment! A great result..." (Colin BOWLES / www.flickr.com/photos/47325493@N07/)
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me, sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream, you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing
Touch me not, touch me not
Come back tomorrow
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart shies from the sorrow
Well I'm as puzzled as the newborn child
I'm as riddled as the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing
Swim to me, swim to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you
Soundtrack // Bande-son: THIS MORTAL COIL ("You & Your Sister"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_HS2q1rJT4
"All i want to do... Is to spend some time with you... So I can hold you... HOLD YOU..."
"ils sont trop mignons !! J'adore le ciel." // "They're so cute ! I love this sky." (Régis DUBUS / www.flickr.com/photos/dubusregis/)
"Joli traitement. Jolie mise en valeur de cette scène tendre." // "Lovely treatment, highlighting this tender scene." (SOPHIE C. / www.flickr.com/photos/26450367@N04/)
"Le thème des "amoureux" est toujours beau à regarder ... et je m'aperçois qu'avec cette photo tu as réalisé un "digital painting" vraiment réussi. Un autre genre à explorer. Bravo Regisa !" // "This lovers subject matter is always so nice to look at. With this picture, you have completed a successful digital painting. An other type of work to explore..." (TRISKELLFLEUR / www.flickr.com/photos/131430984@N02/)
"Pleine de poésie cette nouvelle création.... J'aime beaucoup..." // "Really poetic. I like it a lot." (Georges LISSILOUR / www.flickr.com/photos/geolis06/)
Own texture.
Soundtrack // Bande-son: THIS MORTAL COIL ("Fond Affections"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=3F0k7_FuzPA
"There's NO LIGHT AT THE END of it all... Let's all sit down and cry..."
"Une petite merveille ce "clair obscur" en sous-bois !" (Claudy LAGARDE / www.flickr.com/photos/131430984@N02/)
"Superbe cette sombritude juste éclaboussée de lumière du coté gauche." (SOPHIE C. / www.flickr.com/photos/26450367@N04/)
"Un incroyable jeu de perspective et d'immensité sylvestre." (VINCENT / www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07/)
© Cynthia E. Wood
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Here I am, Here I am, Waiting to hold you!
Real or not, the conditions don't look very promising for a sight of a Mermaid today.
The mythical Mermaid Pool, Blakemere (sometimes known as Black Mere) on Morridge Moor in the Staffordshire Moorlands, close to the town of Leek..
The surface of the pool is said to always be black, and the pool bottomless. No birds or animals are supposed to drink from its water.
Shot on a freezing cold and very windy day in January as the clouds raced across the sky.
This view looks back over Morridge and Blackshaw Moor towards Tittesworth Reservoir and on towards Leek and the Potteries.
Thanks to Tim Buckley for the lyrics for the title, although I would very likely be drawn towards the pool by Liz Frazer's vocal in This Mortal Coil's version of the song.
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The Sirens and Ulysses is a large oil painting on canvas by the English artist William Etty, first exhibited in 1837. It depicts the scene from Homer's Odyssey in which Ulysses (Odysseus) resists the bewitching song of the sirens by having his ship's crew tie him up, while they are ordered to block their own ears to prevent themselves from hearing the song.
While traditionally the sirens had been depicted as human–animal chimeras, Etty portrayed them as naked young women, on an island strewn with corpses in varying states of decay. The painting divided opinion at the time of its first exhibition, with some critics greatly admiring it while others derided it as tasteless and unpleasant. Possibly owing to its unusually large size, 442 cm by 297 cm, the work initially failed to sell, and was bought later that year at a bargain price by the Manchester merchant Daniel Grant. Grant died shortly afterwards, and his brother donated The Sirens and Ulysses to the Royal Manchester Institution.
The Sirens and Ulysses was painted using an experimental technique, which caused it to begin to deteriorate as soon as it was complete. It was shown in a major London exhibition of Etty's work in 1849 and at the 1857 Art Treasures Exhibition in Manchester, but was then considered in too poor a condition for continued public display and was placed in the gallery's archives. Restoration began on the work in 2003, and in 2010 the painting went on display in the Manchester Art Gallery, over 150 years after being consigned to storage.
In Greek mythology, the sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sirens_and_Ulysses
Song to the Siren is a song written by Tim Buckley and his writing partner Larry Beckett and was released by Buckley on his 1970 album Starsailor. It was also later released on Morning Glory: The Tim Buckley Anthology, the album featuring a performance of the song taken from the final episode of The Monkees TV show which aired on March 25, 1968.
Pat Boone was the first to release a version of the song when it was featured on his 1969 album Departure, predating Buckley's Starsailor release. However, the song has become perhaps Buckley's most famous due to a number of artists covering the song after his death in 1975, notably This Mortal Coil in 1983.
The cover by This Mortal Coil is prominently featured in David Lynch's 1997 film Lost Highway. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Song_to_the_Siren
Public domain work via Wikimedia Commons w.wiki/3nDX
Giallo come gelosia, sdegno, rifiuto e un corpo di donna violato, una spirale mortale.
Tearing down the walls
Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates
To a new world disorder
A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate
All flesh entwined, in the equality of pain
Archaic nescience unleashed
Entrenched, a bitter legacy
Tempered in mental scars
All flesh entwined in mortal equality
Tangled mortal coil
Twisted and warped
Tangled mortal coil
Kirlian Camera's Elena Alice Fossi portrayed in Piombino by Don Angelo Bergamini
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Berlin (Bethlehemskirchhof, Kreuzberg), 6.2022
"Quand je songe à des êtres aimés qui sont morts mon cœur ne se serre plus. La mort m'est devenue familière, elle se promène parmi nous sans nous vouloir de mal."
>>> Arthur Schnitzler.......in: La pénombre des âmes (1898)
"When I think of loved ones who have died, my heart no longer aches. Death has become familiar to me, it walks among us without wishing us any harm."
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Like the plague, I tend to avoid Starbucks as much as I possibly can, but mrs forms wanted to go there. Anyhow, at another nearby café, I didn't want to pay 6€ for an espresso thrown onto my table by a waiter who'd not only treat you with utter contempt, but also look at you as if you were a piece of dogshit stuck to his shoe. After the usual 15 minute plus wait in the queue to got our espressos; well that's what they were called on the menu, we climbed the stairs to find a table near the window. Table which was, as per usual, littered with numerous leftovers and paper cups. Across from us, on the other side of the table, there was a guy who obviously hadn't had enough coffee and who had fallen asleep. I took a shot of the paper cup, carefully capturing him in the frame as he dozed; his hand firmly gripped on the precious MacBook in his lap.
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Liz Fraser singing ... beautifully, soulfully ... her voice able to move me to tears ... again ...
(alternate video link if the above does not work for you: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OGultHWONo&feature=related)
Long floating on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving into your isle ...
And you sang, 'Sail to me, sail to me ... let me enfold you ...
Here I am ... here I am ... waiting ... to hold you.'
Did I dream, you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was flotsam?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing, 'Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.'
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow.
Well, I'm as puzzled as the newborn child
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, 'Swim to me, swim to me ... let me enfold you ...
Here I am ... here I am ... waiting ... to hold you.'
(SONG TO THE SIREN, This Mortal Coil)
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I took this photograph as I was standing in the (deceptively!) icy cold water on a warm South African December summer morning ... feeling the surging rhythms of the tide around my feet and legs as my feet sank into the smoothly polished shell fragments ... hearing the voice of the wind and water against the shell and seaweed encrusted rocks as it blew coolly over my skin ... seeing magnificent Table Mountain ... and walking with my peeps ... wonderful moments!
shot by Don Angelo, December 2022.
Kirlian Camera/ElenAlice Fossi contacts: management@kirliancamera.org.uk / camerakirlian@hotmail.com
Model: EVA (che qui sembra la Bellucci)
Soundtrack: Song to the Siren - TIM BUCKLEY (listen also the cover version fron THIS MORTAL COIL)
Scan of original cassette art for short-lived band project circa 1987... and finally (!) you can listen to the music here: serpenttooth.bandcamp.com/