Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Marc Ribot at Moers Festival 2014


 
An artist, his guitar and a chair, so the austere device with which occur Marc Ribot, performing his "Songs". The "songs" that have songs that name. Some start indeed like songs and end up on a completely different way. And vice versa. Protesters, the "Protest Songs" by Marc Ribot protests against the state, postmodernism, nature, technology, capitalism and some other failures.

Happiness

by Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.