Rene & Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War
Words & music by paul simon
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The deep forbidden music
Theyd been longing for
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down christopher street
When they stopped in a mens store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War
Words & music by Paul Simon
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The deep forbidden music
They'd been longing for
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like Indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
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Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.
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Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
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The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.
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We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.
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To be a surrealist means barring from your mind all remembrance of what you have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.
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Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.
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My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.
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The empire of light
Through the day in the upper world
The sun’s bright and the sky’s blue
Bring a fresh breeze spirit over garden
Where birds and flowers
Singing in colorful unison
Through the shadow in the night world
The moon smiles and the stars glow
Bring a mystic dim curtain over palace
Where candles and fairy lamps
Dancing like glittering fireflies
Through the queen’s mirror
Through the lake’s reflection
Through the wit of painter
Through the heart of admirer
Darkness will never conquer
The empire of light
Inspired by L'Empire des Lumières, Rene Magritte
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
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The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.
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Judging from the letters I've received from obviously feeble-minded persons who wish I would write another These Old Shades, it ought to sell like hot cakes.
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A Hole In The Floor
for Rene Magritte
The carpenter's made a hole
In the parlor floor, and I'm standing
Staring down into it now
At four o'clock in the evening,
As Schliemann stood when his shovel
Knocked on the crowns of Troy.
A clean-cut sawdust sparkles
On the grey, shaggy laths,
And here is a cluster of shavings
>From the time when the floor was laid.
They are silvery-gold, the color
Of Hesperian apple-parings.
Kneeling, I look in under
Where the joists go into hiding.
A pure street, faintly littered
With bits and strokes of light,
Enters the long darkness
Where its parallels will meet.
The radiator-pipe
Rises in middle distance
Like a shuttered kiosk, standing
Where the only news is night.
Here's it's not painted green,
As it is in the visible world.
For God's sake, what am I after?
Some treasure, or tiny garden?
Or that untrodden place,
The house's very soul,
Where time has stored our footbeats
And the long skein of our voices?
Not these, but the buried strangeness
Which nourishes the known:
That spring from which the floor-lamp
Drinks now a wilder bloom,
Inflaming the damask love-seat
And the whole dangerous room.
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poem by Richard Wilbur
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She bowed her head, clasping her hands tightly before her upon the arm of his chair, for her heart yearned towards him, yet could not reach him, and it made her throat ache with unhappiness to meet that look of his that rested on her face without seeing it.
quote by Georgette Heyer
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The Picnic in the Wood
It was Sunday, after vespers
In the town of Montauban,
Where the Seminary Deacons walked
Along the tree-lined strand,
While two girls were sipping latté
At the Café Belle Amie,
Watching all the black-robed brothers
As they passed, but covertly!
‘Don't you think he's very handsome? '
Sighed the girl called Mirabel,
As the brother Michael passed them,
Turned his head, and gave a smile,
While Georgette had sat and giggled,
Put her hand up to her mouth:
‘Don't you think it's rather wicked,
Tempting priests to break a vow! '
Mirabel had raised an eyebrow
And stared archly at her friend,
‘Isn't that the main attraction,
Tempting vows that never mend?
I once overheard my mother
Tell her sister, Aunt Denise,
‘You will never know seduction
If you've not seduced a priest! ''
It was autumn in the country
And the leaves lay all around,
Making pathways sere and golden
With their passing, on the ground,
And the woods that lay by Montauban
Were like some lovers' dell,
That these girls had often wandered,
And the nooks, they knew too well.
When Mirabel had smiled, coquettish
At the novice priest,
He'd stopped, and turned to join them,
Chatted low, but quite at ease,
‘I have filled a picnic basket,
Pink champagne and sweet baguettes,
I intend to go tomorrow,
Come along, and be my guest.'
Then he pointed to the pathway
That led deep into the wood,
‘We can have a pleasant day of fun,
And stuff ourselves with food;
I have seven different cheeses
Camembert and Brie de Meaux,
Some Gruyère and Mimolette…'
Then Mirabel said: ‘Yes, I'll go! '
Her friend shrank back, and shivered,
Mirabel had caught her eye,
‘Don't you crash my little party…'
It had said, and she knew why!
There would be more fun and frolics
Than the novice would suspect,
When her friend returned tomorrow
With his celibacy wrecked!
But seven days went by, there was
No sign of Mirabel,
Then Michael came, and said that she
Was called to aunt Giselle;
It seems she'd had a fit, and Mirabel
Had caught the train,
She wouldn't be around for weeks
Her aunt lived in Lorraine! '
Georgette was disappointed
She had hoped to see her friend,
But Michael stayed and chatted
And he charmed her, in the end,
He said it was Georgette that had
Attracted him that night,
But Mirabel jumped in too quick,
And put his plans to flight.
The girl felt more than flattered,
She was always in the shade,
For Mirabel had always picked
The best of who they laid,
So when he made his offer
That a picnic would be right,
She blushed, and then she stammered,
‘I'd be honoured - if you like! '
The woods that lie by Montauban
Took on their winter shroud,
The weeks went by, and neither girl
Returned to join the crowd,
The vermin had been busy
On their bones, deep in the wood,
Had eaten what virginity
Was left, with Michael's food.
And Michael, his Hail Mary's
In his Seminary cell,
Had brought him more than comfort,
They had saved his soul from hell,
For no-one, he reflected,
Could tell anybody now,
He'd kept his love protected
And his celibacy vow!
5 July 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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An optimist may see a light where there is none, but why must the pessimist always run to blow it out?
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It always takes awhile to find out who the characters are.
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Words are made for a certain exactness of thought, as tears are for a certain degree of pain. What is least distinct cannot be named; what is clearest is unutterable.
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I think; therefore I am.
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