#histrion

[triste-le-roy]

Le Danseur (Tête de'Histrion) (Pablo Picasso, 1965).

(via International Fine Print Dealers Association)

[kino51]

Ave, César! (2016)

[dailyserv-in]

Ritesh Sidhwani is exulted that Shraddha Kapoor is singing in Rock On a pair of

Ritesh Sidhwani is exulted that Shraddha Kapoor is singing in Rock On a pair of

Mumbai, August thirty : Ritesh Sidhwani is ready to deliver yet one more classic with Rock On a pair of. The ace producer is delighted that Shraddha Kapoor is loaning her musical voice to the songs of Rock on a pair of.

Its a celebrated indisputable fact that each song sung by Shraddha Kapoor has clad to be a chartbuster and has smitten a rapid chord with the listeners.

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[whoisakwest-blog]

Histrion

No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,  And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great  At times pass athrough us,  And we are melted into them, and are not  Save reflexions of their souls.  Thus am I Dante for a space and am  One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,  Or am such holy ones I may not write  Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;  This for an instant and the flame is gone. 'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"  And into this some form projects itself:  Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine; And as the clear space is not if a form's  Imposed thereon,  So cease we from all being for the time,  And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on. — Ezra Pound

[baotzebao]

Pound PPP ( l'ombra di Ezra )

Pochi post fa ho pubblicato una misteriosa poesia d'amore e morte. Oggi, grazie a una segnalazione di John Keats, su FB, vedo una scheggia. POUND, in PPP . Un nome da profeta, un nome da apostoli. Molte P. E la musica come verso. Qui sotto un paio di foto.

Qui la scheggia video. In Fine, una sua poesia giovanile, si fa per dire. Quanti anni ha un profeta ? HISTRION Nessuno mai osò scrivere questo, ma io so come le anime dei grandi talvolta dimorano in noi, e in esse fusi non siamo che il riflesso di queste anime. Così son Dante per un po' e sono un certo Francois Villon, ladro poeta o sono chi per santità nominare farebbe blasfemo il mio nome; un attimo e la fiamma muore. Come nel centro nostro ardesse una sfera trasparente oro fuso, il nostro "Io" e in questa qualche forma s'infonde: Cristo o Giovanni o il Fiorentino; e poi che ogni forma imposta radia il chiaro della sfera, noi cessiamo dall'essere allora e i maestri delle nostre anime perdurano.

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away aside and form that it

moves illumin'd bathed on her triune stars to the house but now so justified stands that it were time her father seal or the pulse of the chief histrion voyaging to a distant thunder on itself a loftier strain than the fierce old old shouts of the strong set up from you air in the present holds duly lower'd at the future diffused mine ten fishermen o blossoms rapidly blooming